Palo verde beetles
She wants to save the palo verdes
in her yard, she wants to get pregnant,
to kill the two palo verde beetles, long
as ring fingers, mating on her porch.
Her new husband jokes about moving the lovers
to a neighbor’s yard, talks about a shovel,
insecticide, but nobody moves, only
the male in his black armor, the female
underneath, shaking open her gray skirts.
Jefferson Carter has poems in such journals as Carolina Quarterly, Barrow Street and New Poets of the American West. Chax Press (Tucson) recently published his eighth chapbook, My Kind of Animal. He’s lived in Tucson since 1954 and is currently a volunteer with Sky Island Alliance, a locally-based environmental organization.