summer
the bee's legs twitched on the parched
pavement where copperpod flowers
were strewn like specks of the sun.
the sprinklers splashed and sprayed,
and hopeful water rushed in to rouse her.
but then the ants beneath her scampered,
and like a puppet abandoned by its master,
the bee laid profoundly still.
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