Bumblebees swim
drunkenly
around cherry blossoms
in the sweet, dizzy breeze.
Whitepink of the shuddering flowers,
yellowblack fuzzed bodies
b l u r
and everything sways
over sun-warmed brick.
A siren howls
for cherry blueberry summer,
a glorified tantrum
with screeching tires.
Arrest the bees
for loitering,
for breaking and entering
silky saccharine petals,
for being elated!
drunks.
No-
they’ve sped past with
that guttural cry,
face red, then blue, then red
after a black Honda Fit.
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