Thursday, April 6, 2023

Day Six NaPoWriMo

Be good

The little bee is confused as the planet
that’s why it was slow crawling over the rug
this morning, looking dazed. Where it came in from
is still a head-scratcher but I was happy to help
by scooping a tissue around it like a lily blossom
and then to the still-tender rosebush,
out of the wind and where there is last fall’s
leaf debris and some cover for this cooler day.
And was that a bow thank you, was that a wag
dance, thank you, was the grasping of a blade
of grass a thank you again? Yes, okay, try
to stay out of the house, and you’re welcome.


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