July 13, 2012

And the Bees

Noisy fledglings
flit through
the big garage,
wanting to be fed,
mothers having flown
away, leaving soiled
nests abandoned,
their mates gone,
yearly task done,
already forgotten.
They will gather
again next spring
over your empty
parking space,
a bare fluorescent
left to light your return,
perhaps for
another season,
just in case you
might remember.