It chafes you, I know, this
Remorseless penchant for drama
I have. Life is too short
Or, sometimes, too long, and the
Bees hurrying through their
Choreographed delusions remind
Us of that time we mistook Rhode
Island for Maine. An easy mistake,
You said, despite the brutal
Repercussions. Now is the
Time when a little wariness would not go
Amiss. The tribes that once cultivated
These mudflats have fled to higher
Ground and have traded their moccasins for
Pinafores. Tonight, you look
Lovely, but perturbed, as the pin
Feathers escape the eiderdown, and
Gather, incrementally, at their designated meeting place.