Bombus Impatiens

mary weathers poetry

the late summer garden is filled with the last vestiges of tomatoes
the start of okra
the mottled leaves of disease

the bumble bees chase that final high 
burying themselves in pale yellow cucumber blossoms
lavender eggplant flowers

hurrying onward to the fading hyssop
dainty carrot bouquets

they are wild with want 
    giving actual meaning to the word 
Ecstasy