A Bumble Bee

Weeding the garden I found

a newly sprung lettuce head,

near its out-most leaf, crawling,

I met A handsome bumble bee.

look at you, I murmured and bowed

to see his wings rent

so forsaken he seemed to me

a King Lear imperial and abandoned.

I hailed his majestic wings undone

and harked their mournful hum,

extolled his onyx, gold robe and watched

how he staggered and spun

I turned to the weeds again-

There was nothing to be done.

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