Under the shadow of the belfry spire,
ferns as spicy as sandalwood
overarch a velvet ant on parade.
With a glass lizard in the vanguard
and a spangled fritillary bringing up the rear,
she pomps toward the river,
and under nettles,
attended by a whirligig
of bumblebees and dragonflies.
Garbed in yellow and imperial red,
but not stingless,
not an ant at all,
a wasp, in fact,
she marches to the music of chimes from the Chapel.
is dimpled and dappled,
dusky with loam
from Wisconsin and Minnesota.
Limestone bluffs beetle vertiginously.
she cocks her head and peers ...