Poem Without Bees
A sound like uzz
flattens in a sleepy zzz.
Something’s missing
you can’t put your finger on:
lue-ell, uddleia, leeding heart.
Look at it like this:
lack and yellow.
Reakfast is toast,
unuttered,
sweetness squandered.
How soon reath stiffens –
wreath’s rictus.