Flowers don’t worry;
lose their equilibrium—
if bees don’t love them.
Buzzing

Head in the flowers,
working to save the planet—
bees don’t make a scene.
Flash

Showing off like teens,
catching sunsets in their hairs;
old suburban homes.
Pray

Worthy of worship,
the tree outside the chapel:
halo around it.
Heat

Laundry rejoices—
diamond blazes in the sky
in depths of winter.
