James Croal Jackson Blue Beetle shining in the sunlight of our driveway I go inside to tell Dad come see what I found no hesitation: he squishes its golden guts out a thing like that he says is nothing more than a nuisance but I keep thinking about that beetle impossibly one of a kind and today I watched a boring black beetle scurrying across the pavement of Goodale Park and disappear into grass and I thought the ground is teeming with beetles if I just dig a hole deep enough I might be able to apologize