May day. Gray day. Hello, to the gray
‘Hello, Gray, my old friend…’
Seems like just yesterday I was saying hello to you.
You come slouching, your time come round at last.
The lovebugs (Plecia neartica) are here, climbing the restaurant window.
I eat an egg cooked medium. No flowers anywhere. They say it’s a good time to plant petunias.
The lovebugs swarm and smear windshields and fenders.
May is for car washes and for love.
Rain and thunder come, briefly, at about 2 p.m. ,soak the Florida Room carpet, Outside, the rain washes away the lovebugs, at least maybe a few, at least for today. At least for this gray moment.
They’ll keep coming.
Love is eternal, right? Bugs, too. Eternal.
So I’ll just say
Hello, May. Hello, Lovebugs, living and soon to die.
(I saw one, all alone, very lost, crawling across the restaurant floor.
Looking for a mate, no doubt. A very bad place to do that. Time to take wing, buddy. That’s why God gave you wings, right? Why walk when you can fly?
I give it very poor odds.
Too many shoes, no mate in sight.
I wished it luck.)
Speaking of which
Further Ado won the Kentucky Derby
Maybe I’ll plant a petunia or two.
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