Upon a Line by Michael Cunningham
A bee thumps heavily, insistently, against a windowpane.
Watching from the counter, I wonder what it will do
when it crashes through, finding itself in my kitchen.
Will it construct a colander nest? Try to pollinate
the freshly-cut roses, resting in cool water?
Perhaps it will drown amidst the thorns, get trapped
in the refrigerator, or slide under my knife, slicing eggs.
| Doug Paul Case |
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