Some bugs hang

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In a cloud where it’s warm,

while ants come running for the sugar.

Or take your fly,

the male of the species:

he flies in squares to pick up chicks.

And so they, like we,

engage in predictable behavior –

going for goods and gauging our gambit,

dazzling the dog with our repertoire of tricks.

A heart for the game*

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Let’s not tell a boy now

he can’t play ball.

Not at twelve, or ever,

not when he loves it as he does.

Don’t spring on him a tricky valve,

slamming shut his play

today and plan for tomorrow.

Don’t take his heart, Lord,

when his heart is for the game.

*For Bas, who got some bad news.