ENVIRONMENTAL Poetry: BUGGED, by Ralph La Rosa

To climate change deniers

The bees are rarely buzzing, being few,
and though I’m seeing birds, they seldom sing.
Mayflies fed rainbows far from me this spring,
and the only thing that’s bugging me is you.
Butterflies flew elsewhere and I’m blue.
Jewels of the sky, the Ruby Throats aren’t humming,
night’s moths avoid the lights above my swing:
the only thing that’s bugging me is you.

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