Burt's Bugs

In my brother's honor I call them 'Burt's Bugs'. I have noticed that each beetle contains all the secrets and beauty of nature. Here is the poem that goes theis series: "I linger in the blank spaces; between the pragmatic and the prismatic, between the tarnished picture frame and it's faded photograph, between the stew brewing in the kitchen and the steam beading down the window pane, between the cool silent dessert night and the snap of the June Bug." Shira Chai