• Sarah Van Arsdale

April 23, 2022

The bees seemed not to notice me

but I could hear their thrumming

from the high branches of the willow tree

---or from the switches littering the lawn?

I couldn’t tell; the drumming seemed

to come from the air itself.


The limb had fallen

so heavily it trenched the earth.

Patches of lichen big as my hand

collaged on the bark with delicate moss

the dark green of fir trees.

And the bees, vibrating.

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