
What is this tiny ghost
I see as I water the raspberries,
a honeybee covered headtotoe in pink mallow dust,
frantically she preens powder out of her eyes,
plops down on a hollyhock leaf to perform her ablutions,
then heads for a bud on the vulgar malva sylvestris,
tries to pry it open with her tongue,
craving still more.




No comments:
Post a Comment