Little humdrum bumblebee—flickering
lowly and erratic
through the stiff and non-particular
knots of high grasses—how I wonder!
here beneath our shared canopy
of uncharacteristically chilly July air—do you
also daydream? Are you so distracted-
ly busy? fizzing to recall—each and all
of last summer's most-popular blossoms?
where they were exactly—and how lovely!
it was to gently drink—and wick a little
of their rarefied lives away from them?
Or are you merely out here humming
so diligently—to remind?
This too!—could be
might be right!