You were caught within the gentle
folds, heavy with water sprayed
before I saw you searching
for this flower’s pollen.
I paused, watched you struggle
to recover from the shower
as I stilled and focused enough
to capture this image; you regained
the power of your wings, shook
the last drop of moisture off,
and flew angrily near my ear,
but dear little bee, I did not mean
to disturb your work, just to preserve
the blooms that provide such ample
employment for you.
—C.L. Fisher, April, 2021
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