sankax, "Common Eastern Bumble Bee Queen (Bombus impatiens)," 2010
I watch them before sunset, deep-kissing the nectaries, brushing up on sweetness to make a hoard against the shortening days. See how they press themselves urgent into a blossom? See them, carpenters small and black as lupine seeds, as they step onto, then taste the mint? See them, fat Bombus on the fireweed, pinning those deep pink flowers beneath furred bellies? A tongue of light silhouettes last bees pulling up from their gathering, towards sleep and shadow; the Clarkia and poppies have shut for the night.
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