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Solitary Bee In The Creeping Phlox

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A Solitary Bee

the solitary bee

sat alone on a metal bench
silent & smoking.

the solitary bee never ceases to amaze me.
it darts from on height

(that tiny thing)
into this blooming rock garden

head buried in the pink Creeping Phlox;
it stuffs fine gold pollen

into it’s hairy receptacles
on it’s hind legs &

in all of 20 seconds –
it ascended vertically

like take off on a jet plane
& in a blink –

(that tiny thing)

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