Bees Delight

Bees Delight

     for Lady K

we apprentess. she manages the hive,

i keep my head in a bird. two tufted

titties land the same time as nuthatches
just when she says, what birds? i dont

see any, and a female with a hint of

red, house finch perhaps, lands way

down the viewing deck of a pond

blue on account of what all overhangs it.

first time i personally ideed wood ducks,

just see the dames. i hone in on one with

my noclers. thin white ring about her
delicate eyes, like a map, neither leads

nor detracts from the vision of her i follow
to the grace of a brook summer tries to dry.

goldenrod, pressed among hostia leaves,

like by a witch, to keep between book pages,

bees delight in, annually. this is it, she says

exactly when i declare now is the time.