Bee on Peach Tree Blossom
My neighbor planted a peach tree
some years ago and every summer
I watched as the bees landed
on open blossoms only to be swallowed up
by pink voluptuousness.
Satiated, they would fly away drunkenly
as I stood there with my rake,
grinning like a fool.
Over the months under the hot sun
the peaches grew larger and larger,
to full blush, but I was never offered one.
They just lay there on the ground, rotting;
it made the ants and flies happy.
