wild flowers by kevin weidemann
big fat bumble bees hovering the flowerscape,
warm dry wind swaying the trees,
butterflies and leaves fluttering
while the bees go about their business

it is peaceful,
but like the vague fear the bees might
take me for a threat,
I feel a tinge of looming dread about
culture’s collapse, chaos and disorder

like Society,
I sense the luck I’ve had in life
grows stale,
the stinging fear that civilization can break
any minute,
while the bees go about their business

wild flowers from "bees go about"
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