Bee
crash lands on pond
paddles around
amongst the fallen cherries
skimming through
the green scum
past the tinkling
of the false waterfall
&
Summer’s song of itself
then takes off again
as if he’s suddenly remembered
a rather charming
flower
he had promised to visit.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-s-song-of-itself-for-onelia/
