(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.