by Emanuelle Cartagena
Into a fleeting shower of bountiful, boasting raindrops, my face bristles gentle waves amongst the skin in between cleansing pores.
The leaves shake and shimmer their fluorescent greens and oranges, though not enough to make a sound. I witness a group of ladybugs
dancing on the forest floor. They scatter in frantic pace for my quiet steps are like pounding crashes of sound waves to them. Fleeing for all but……
One ladybug froze,
Glows, sings, flaps wings, and waits for,
Me to pick her up.