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
true!
This too!—
might be right!
This too.
Can maybe
just—must
be.
