Monday, June 22, 2015

Keep Working Bees


Bee on clover in my garden

“Did you cry at graduation?”
"No time for it."

Prepare house for market-
Paint bonus room vanilla-
Pumice tile revealing blue-
Rescue bees from the pool-

Shake chlorine from wings. 
Rub antennae into working order.

Marbles in the birdbath for bees to safely drink.
Avoid the basin, silly bees choose drowning.

Red and white herbaceous clover covers garden.
Neighbors don't appreciate of the beauty of lawn
that requires no watering, fixes nitrogen,
and feeds the bees.

New owners plant sod.

Working. 
Second revision done, 
search for the word, 
rub a pollen eraser.
House listed in the M. L. S.
College orientation for baby boy.
Mortgage job consumes endless hours.

"Make your bed!"
This hive is mite free.

Winter requires sugar syrup.
Summer's song pushes towards goals.
The landscape below our flight uncertain.
Meadow adventures ahead.
Keep working little bees.






Notes on this poem:
or cheat sheet for reading
I have a large swimming pool at my home in California. The bees feed on my flower and vegetable garden but I continuously find solutions for their desire to get a drink out of the pool. Once they swim they can't get out. Try and scoop them as best I may and I was one excellent lifeguard in my teens and twenties but many drown. I took the top off a bird bath I made and added glass marbles for them to have a drink and escape but they prefer the pool and certain death.
I'm selling my home as my youngest will leave for college in the Fall. The large house requires hours of work- cleaning, gardening, and the fixing that comes with home ownership. The garden doesn't have traditional lawn. I planted clover which requires no watering and native blooms that the bees enjoy. I plan to simplify my life and work on writing and my day job as a mortgage banker.  I don't know what is ahead - all I know is to keep marching like those bees I love.

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