this spring belongs to honey bees
i have no idea how bee decisions
coalesce and come to fruition
i only know that the maples’
shimmering magenta petals
a buzzing confluence of bumbles
and wilds and tames and Anna’s
hummers fell
and that gestating seeds now deeply
sleep above fringy vibrant sprouts
last year’s bloomy hopes come
i only know I hear the low pitched
thrumming of swarms settling in
for long months of honey making
imagine birth coming to wings
in a dappled hexagonal universe
stretching spreading damp membranes
dancing at the hive’s mouth quivering
first flight how bright the sun
how wide the bowl of blue
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