Bumble Bee Ballet

The bumblebees outside my window nosedive
off the birdhouse into broken sticks.
They come and go through plants
like a yellow crayon failing to find a path through a child’s maze.

Pirouetting between the lavender, cha-chaing across the grass,
doing the Macarena under the droopy rose stems. 

The bumble bees end their ballet with a graceful
crash into the sunflower as their audience of one
picks a hangnail until it bleeds.

Hum of the Air Conditioning 

The sound hums and swirls in the heat. 

Zzzzzzzzzzzzshwwwwwwwwwwzzzzzz.

The afternoon

drags

on.

Garage Spiders

Garage spiders
covered in saw dust
rolling around in fly guts
doodle curses in their webs
soaked in bug spray.