Kerri Shying R - # 629 in rain on power lines they sit and soak

in the cold I worry on the bees    imagining
small shivers    of them  families    clogging
logs    one thin warrior sent to drone   on
stronger wing   for what pollens  might
remain    almost the same   with birds

in rain      on power lines   they sit and soak

I say to brain     this is all about   the insulation
the wax    the grease   the distance   put
between what is inevitable    desired
true       my warm bed    the telephone
your voice     I won’t wait for you