← v18n1, Spring 2019
Poetry · Volume 18, Number 1

Bees

Little

engineers

of much that

is sweet,

you tumble

into the stars,

panicles,

and umbles

of our

blossoming

world,

emerging

in yellow

splendor,

caparisoned

in tiny

suns.

Fine fellows

of the humming

universe,

conversant

in generation,

dancing

your nation’s

intelligence

forward

in rumor

and buzz,

forgive us

our trespass

against the great

green earth,

your habitat.

Our kind

can be blind

to just deserts.