Common Spring Bee
( to Eleanor Wederman)
1.
That
bee
simply standing on the
dandelion
speaks a world to me
I recall the flights
of Lestis
huge Blue Carpenter
bee
Eleanor’s garden
gusty wine the fall of
loves
fury in all her
flamed and complicated
clothing
hung torn about the
bushes
amid tending hands
that fidget up
the twined-in hours
frustrated fingers
working out those
wordless cathedrals
concerts in bud
year in year out
2.
there I see
the bottles our
children found
tiny tiered twist-necked
to hold these large
strange
beings safe,
safe,
safe for later
to be read anew
sequestered from fate
Inter me in glass
thrown down on weeds
carry me with you
the common spring bee
singing out stories
longing to feed
thirsty for sunlight
on my grass-blade memory
3.
Imagine the brains of
the bees
the tasting
of each flower
tasked to remember them all
describing each of
them
the yield the
sweetness
style and ambient threats
at the hive
just with feelers
as slight as
a cotton thread
the touch of a
chemical
bee to bee
bee to bee
encyclopaedic other
realm
oh, wonderful!!
ReplyDeleteI like this, Kerri. They are very clever creatures.
ReplyDeleteI like this, Kerri. They are very clever creatures.
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