on Broadway and 13th street br reading about insects in br Edwin O. Wilson’s tome br then I see one br huge br moving ever so slowly br hope it doesn’t come br my way br if it does br gonna smash it br yet desiring not to think br such thoughts br accepting Buddha’s pure truth— br all life is scared. br close my eyes br to make the creature br disappear br smile br at least I can still br smile— br one more failed solution br in a life br littered with such moments.