Insectance

wisteria

A week ago the lazy flies appeared
as if there were a carcass in the yard,
but now I know they show up every year:
obnoxious ugliness, but never hard
to kill – a catalog can do the job,
or hands alone. They massed a week and went,
and now the air’s abuzz because a mob
of bees is dancing in the trellis scent.

Wisteria is blooming. Every day
it opens lower petals on its stems.
So lavalieres of lavender hold sway,
and dots of amethyst send little gems
of incense wafting softly on the breeze,
with sound effects provided by the bees.

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