Forecast
bees drift drunk on yellow
while the hummers putter and yaw;
both of them breeze in a slothful mobile.
tadpoles nearby
drowse glazed in stream.
how the sky lounges,
mountainous on pillows
and bolsters of fleece.
jellyfish willow trees
wallow mired in azure ponds.
no rain disturbs
somnolent twigs or serendipitous clover.
no thunder trembles
the narcotized devils-paintbrushed
moss.
is this comedy,
noon’s comely sleep,
to await charger and prince?
and yet none appears.
no princess cares.
you can hear the dandelions
scolding Zephyr.
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