THE BEE POEM

for Teresa Truelsen

I saved a bee and
thought of you your
kids with their
beetles in their little
paper cups as they
run through the
kitchen to deposit
them outside such young
sweetness such
kindness such love – which
was surely not the case with my
bumblebee – yes, I saved him
and freed him in the yard – but just
because he would
splat too fat on my
window.

-Ryn Gargulinski.04.17.09

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