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Here are two poems about almond trees and bees  – one for Samuel Peralta’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub to write a (sort of) Miltonian sonnet; the second (a bit more off-color) consists of 55 words for the G-Man.  Tell him I’m late as usual.

On the serious side, the number of bees in the U.S. has almost been cut in half over the last year.   No one is sure what is decimating the bees, but powerful new pesticides (neonicotinoids) are suspected.

Out a Train Window – Almond Groves

I took a heartsick ride through Italy
one spring, the words “no one will ever
love you,” my train of thought, a never
never chug.  But beside the track,  a tally
of pinks scoffed, as beauty does. “What  folly,”
signed fingered limbs, sure-blossomed, and whether
or not they truly cared, they severed
the bad me from the good, letting the woe-self free.
Little did I think then of how those almonds too
were tended–by the fussing strokes of bee,
the courtship of proboscis, the I’ve-won-you
of wing.  Oh furred intermediary
of the fruitful –where, bees, have you now gone to?

And here’s the Flash Friday 55:

Dearth of Bees

Almond trees, where are thy bees?
Thou cannot be
sans buzz.  Without fuzz
of their proboscides, who cocks thy
pistils, seeds thy nuts?
There are no ifs, ands, buts,
and though I seem to jest, I dirge
for their dear trespass sweetly
urged–oh life, where is thy sting?
Oh, bees, of thee I sing.