the sweetest thing

a bumblebeebouncesoff the officewindow by mydesk tapping the glasswith a smallsoft thud silhouettedagainst the skythe beeresembles a flyingblack thumb two ...

twenty-four hours a dayseven days a weekfour weeks a monthevery month of every year yearafter yearafter year pick a random ...

the full moan risesas the sin is setting.the bids are settling infor the nought. house-cotsbegin their evening wonderings,bets flitting overhead,pursuing ...