(sometime in 2021)
Wasps & Woodpeckers
A pair of bees abuzz arise, perceive and point true north. Compassion their hearts could hardly graze; coldly firm in fond persuasion. Taciturn honeybees ever-gently emboldened to swell, to peek through eyes named for Judas, punctuating breaths lasting longer between —
Would cherry tree hold their gaze, impressed, while woodland creatures stand erect, betraying fascination
(perhaps even like) the vineyard pulsating with want?
Wander in and out of private property — Tulips beyond the hills in tow;
Despite whole halfhearted fuss, approach the inundated stream into which last season’s ice ebbed. Cattails bristle along water’s edge depositing dividends.
A head behind schedule,
now here in said mind,
hopes but a fraction of fiction should finally find an affection of heart
with such grace as to share: some semblance of seen-ness to which sight could compare.