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