with the fanfare
of solar noon,
gold-fuzzed bees drift by
confused, gassed with the scent
of a million flowers;
and birdsongs
are launched
from a cache of cool rocks,
then pitched at you
underhand
by the same clement wind.
But what measure is disguised
by glinting treasure
troves of light?
One day, you might
appraise this as the longest
of your life.
