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.
