Kerri Shying R - # 597 - I was lost to what the insects know

how does the bee take on a zinnia   all those

petals   like a mirror maze   is this the final

test for  pollinators   like the London A to Z

for cabs I spent a time surveilling   this one 
all a blaze of yellow   for pistils   call it old eyes 

I was lost  to what the insects know

a bumbling mammal   lumbering

on the earth again  crushing things

with every step   sucking down 

the larder  just to keep the words

floating down the page