Shy Basso Bull Frogs

Coffee roaster whirs,

Going about its business

In bright morning air. 

The fallen wind chime--

Now a pot for a new plant.

Spring is all over.

My pot luck plant pot

Has chosen clover this time--

Hospitality.

Patient Collette waits
As Olivia bathes her
With her giant tongue.

They're meant to be heard,

But you never can see them--

Shy basso bull frogs.

Mourning dove repeats

Her persistent longing cry.

(What is her sorrow?)

Deer flies have returned;

Buzz in the sun and my hair.

Deer flies--fuck yourselves!

Dandelion hosts

Tiny bee in its petals:

Yellow communion.