• Gary Hunter

It Wasn't a Serious Mission - May 12, 2022

it couldn’t have been


the Palo Verde’s thousands

of fallen flowers

once happy yellow faces

lay shriveled sad

strewn over the ground


as one honeybee wrestles

one after the other

in a grab and tumble show

using various grips and flips

on defenseless blossoms


his morning bucket

of nectar will be empty

at the hive entrance

so he’ll have to think

of a good excuse

to cover for having fun

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