No raindrops this Sunday morning,
early August, only sheets of sunshine
falling into unexpected coolness.
The menarda stripped of pollen, the bees
hover over roses, and that unknown purple
flower by the kitchen window, even
salvia for a brief moment, then swarm
away to find a better restaurant or
a more accommodating waiter, committed
to an unwavering faithlessness.
Photograph by Andrew Schmidt via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.