March 10th, 2026 felt like any other Aestival day

March 10th, 2026 felt like any other Aestival day

A Poem by matthew scott harris
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quite a quantum leap into summer when just a few scant weeks ago old man winter ruled the world.

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despite the fact that April, May
and the first twenty days
of June got skipped
as if space/time continuum
shrunk to the size of
(would you believe)
first mosquito of the season,
(yet don't be fooled,
cause the female Culicidae
known to suck up blood
faster than a black hole sun
could become
a ho... ho... ho... jolly red giant)
alit upon forearm of mine,
but turning up her snub nose
in preference to being
the frito bandito song
"Ay, ay, ay, ay, /
Oh, I am deFrito Bandito. /
I like Fritos corn chips, /
I love them, I do. /
I want Fritos corn chips, /
I'll get them, from you".
The song often continued with,
"Give me Fritos corn chips
and I'll be your friend, /
The Frito Bandito
you must not offend"
which The Frito Bandito jingle,
used from 1967�"1971
with my permission.

Don't get me wrong dear reader,
I revel when the
idyllic spring temperature
allows, enables and provides
the balm bass stick,
dipstick, fiddlestick, haverstick,
et cetera stick to bask
(while listening to robins)
and droning bees
as occurred late
afternoon October 15th, 2022
a spring like day
witnessed nature in surround sound,
whereby reflection spurred
reminiscence about similar weather
a few years ago when...

Serious intent to read
latest issue of TIME magazine
found attention pleasantly distracted,
when I became keenly aware
of flora and fauna bursting,
blooming, buzzing, and twittering
oblivious to yours
truly sitting stock still
in folding lawn chair
marveling at each budding
natural born architect and engineer
each respective constituent
living organism engrossed
delicate as deft
potters crafting chinaware
observing good and
plenti hive nesting reverential species
trumpeting suave and donning debonair
without any pretentious fanfare
merely obedient to genetic coded wear,
exclusive domain glorified, ordained,
and sanctified by divine imprimatur
contemplating if despair
experienced by coterie of biosphere
not including Homo sapiens,
and/or aghast that their extinction
dooms them to disappear,
which undeserved fate unfair
for innocent animals and plants
critically contributing as
unique vital gadgeteer
linkedin to significant role
evolution indiscriminately licensed
met with preserved
concord, versus mutineer
extant among bipedal hominids
each and every simian forebear
generally recent primate ancestors,
whose short lifespans predated medicare,
but more particularly modern man/woman,
who flagrantly extracted precious
minerals, plundered mountains,
usurped possibly, sans saddling muleteer
and/or forced chain gang extruded
raw materials to concoct wear
able, munitions, disposable,
and most importantly
deadly ordnance for bloody warfare,
never quenching thirst
for mortal Kombat,
nor scooping up riches galore,
no matter wealthy
status equals billionaire!

© 2026 matthew scott harris


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