bumblebee

i saw a bumblebee bouncing off
the glass of my window
and then he landed on the sill
and was still for a beat

and this life is a miracle

this summer air, rising and falling
with the thrum of bees and bugs
and creatures and freaks
the corn loves the humidity
the man loves the woman
the moon looks into us in our beds

I looked at the resting bumblebee
What can it mean?
Fat furry bee man flew again,
off to another flower
To catch pollen in his fuzzers
A duty for a dutiful man

This life is a miracle
says I, bloodshot and farklempt
with ass on step and looking out
watching squirrels and goldfinches
beetles and spiders
and freaks

Trying to tie it all together
as I tie one on
Summer is brief here
You can only learn so much