Peril Sonnet

Where do you suppose

they’ve gone the bees now


that you don’t see them
anymore four-winged


among flowers     low
sparks in the clover


even at nightfall
are they fanning have


they gone another
place blued with pollen


stuck to their bristles
waiting beyond us


spring dwindle is what
we call it collapsing


neonicotinoids
“high levels in pneu-


matic corn exhaust”
loss of habitat


or disappearing
disease in the way


of our kind      so to speak
what do you think


they would call it
language older than


our ears were they
saying it all along


even at daybreak —
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