There has to be a setting
somewhere among all those menus
that each drop new menus down
in hyper-dimensional interaction
that can tame
the red out.
We call them our yardvarks,
the creatures who emerge
from the woods
to share
pears
and the cracked corn
we put out for wild birds
if the bandits haven’t cleared it all.
Tags: black snake, doe, orchard, pear, racoon
Pretty sometimes just is,
enough, with no buts, ands, or ifs.
Bees! Pollin’s up! Limited time offer.
Even the silly flowers
with the pollination invitation.
It doesn’t get any better
where the bee sucks — oh, yes — right there.
Don’t be greedy, don’t crash and burn from overweighted knees,
a hundred yards from the bee tree.
The curve turns,
the dead heads tossed in the brush
free the stems to bloom again.
Tags: bees, bees knees, now, pollen, pretty
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