poem 75

 

poem 74

 miracles

 

a three night

early june freeze

then two weeks on

a desiccating and deadly

one-fifteen

one-twelve

one-fourteen

one-ten

days on days

pepper flowers wilt

and fall unloved

cucumbers and squash

languish under

hasty set shady arches

tomato vines burn

themselves entwined on

scorching metal frames

bees nowhere to be seen

 

 

one honeybee found lumbering

from flowers to water dish

over days on end

more bees come

breaking the grievous silence

honey cutter wild bumble

teeny and blimpy

solitary and hivers

humming raucously

sleeping in flowers

under leaves

in cedars maples pines

under roots a damp haven

a cutters’ paradise

as i water they land

in my sparse white hair

momentarily sharing

pausing on my shoulders

before impatient zzz’s  

push me away