When Apple Blossoms Arrive
by Don Kimball

I like to hide for hours
in the shade
of trees

heeding the hum
of bumblebees

bumping, bumping

buzzed
like drunken dandies
on a nectar spree;

fat, clumsy bumblers
clad in fuzzy black
orange and yellow fur coats.

This bumper crop of bees
bothers neither cows, nor goats,
nor you and me.

See how
they’ve multiplied!

Hard at work
to provide, provide.

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