arise raze nineteen hours after lightning licked the sky, a ladybug lands on my lap. an orange and black reminder of what lies on the other side of the strait that stretches from lake erie to lake st. clair. i hold it between thumb and forefinger, wondering why a thing so fragile and beautiful would offer me its trust. then i watch it become a dome-shaped blur as it flies away from me. 220614 what's it to you? who go blather from