Old dog whining through the fence,
on the neighbor’s porch, tied up.
Bumblebee in the sultry barn
bashing hard against the glass.
I collect the tired bee between
my junk mail and a paper cup
and send it out, rapping its ass
with the flick of a flyer
and watch it weave away.
“Don’t be a dumb bee.”
on the neighbor’s porch, tied up.
Bumblebee in the sultry barn
bashing hard against the glass.
I collect the tired bee between
my junk mail and a paper cup
and send it out, rapping its ass
with the flick of a flyer
and watch it weave away.
“Don’t be a dumb bee.”
I go next door and talk to the dog.
"Briggs," says I, "it's the nature
of things sometimes.
Don't tug at the chain too much.
Just live the good life in your mind."
In my hand I see the flyer
with which I schooled the bee:
a vinyl siding deal, a missing child,
and if you buy a sandwich
you get another free.
~~~~~~~~~~
Douglas Logan
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