I see a lump on the porch
that I know is more than a lump.
This lump has three legs.
Wings.
It has a heart
that was rushing her
somewhere else
not here to the shine.
Surely she did not know
what time it was.
Not one of her five eyes could see
this coming
As she lifted another drip of sugar,
on her knees, from my
forget-me-nots.
Suddenly my own heart rushes,
with thoughts of sudden rain, of sudden stings--
of sudden anythings.
Tomorrow, her sister bees
must go
right on sipping
from the brightness.
