by Bonnie Riedinger
He’s a whirligig on a sugar high,
A tuning fork come to dine,
A vertiginous blur
Spiked in his drink
Like a Mai Tai parasol.
He may hover and sip
As his wings beat a brisk bombination,
But soon he’ll take off
With a cartoon zoom
For my neighbor’s more alluring
Red bed.
Bonnie Riedinger is a poet and fiction writer from Connecticut. Her most recent poetry publication, Aubades Were Inconceivable, is in the February edition of the Southern Florida Poetry Journal.
