buzz

i feel ache

like winter breath

cold and hollow

in the beehive all thoughts

go dormant

  drop 

  six feet 

face sky

    beehive    silent

hollow trunk

hollowed  by wildfire

shell living

grown up around hole

leaves fallen

like      bees

  even in the wind

  so still

  no sound

when you   walk by

  no movement

you might think 

    the bees are dead

you might think

they never existed

—april 2022, planetarium, ca