Green Lacewing He’s floating in the rain barrel and though I lift him out on a leaf to dry, he doesn’t revive. Finely made, his trim pale body, his sheer veined wings immune to the breeze, the long slender feelers, the legs poised to leap. He falls and is lost in the grass for the robin to find. His meek brown eyes didn’t see me, but I saw him.
Ruth Holzer’s poems have appeared in Southern Poetry Review, Connecticut River Review, Slant, Blue Unicornand THEMA, and in other journals and anthologies the U.S. and abroad. A multiple Pushcart Prize nominee, sheis the author of five chapbooks, most recently A Face in the Crowd (Kelsay Books, 2019) and Why We’re Here (Presa Press, 2019)
