“its members are to be found almost anywhere, particularly on flowers”
“Honeybees have an interesting “language”: a worker that discovers
a flower with a good flow of nectar can come back to the hive and “tell”
the other workers what direction the flower is from the hive, how far away
it is, and what kind of flower it is. Information on the direction and distance
of the flower from the hive is communicated by means of a peculiar dance
performed by the bee inside the hive. Information on the kind of flower
involved is communicated by odor of the flower on the body of the bee or in its honey”
—A FIELD GUIDE TO THE INSECTS OF AMERICA NORTH OF MEXICO
Figs & plums ossify the yard. The wasps rot
like love, they aren’t enough.
An incense of rain. Cursed by what we see,
we gaze right on in. Can you imagine
one god, now & forever—.
Can you imagine
one of us
even approaching the idea
Before us, they rope us, ride us,
with what? The autumn leaves dissolve.
The rye molds. The wing of a sawfly.
Look at all the plums. The skin
of the deepsea, a roulette wheel
of silica shells.