Bumblebee
Bumbling along a bit close to me
is busy Mister Bumblebee
he inventories dandelions
with prodding, plush black legs.
I inventory carcinogens
with unfiltered cigarettes,
my legs, in bluejeans, lazily
crossed in the grass.
He buzzes, I puff.
A mute truce transpires
I won't stomp if he won't sting.
Just two fellas
Mindin' their own business.
©Eric Robert Nolan 2013
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