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The Bumblebee

Zerine Wahid

As I set about to air my quilts

Readying to confront the winter wind

A bumblebee hovered right over me

Recalling how it has been so long

That a bumblebee had been in sight

I stood wondering about the solitary being

Minus it’s mate

Darting back and forth

My sudden presence might have set it off, I thought

Playing games of intimidation

It’s massive blackness tried to shoo me off