By the green garden fence
Fragrance of pollen in the still spring air
Black and yellow. 228 beats per second.
Parchment thin black veined wings
Droning. Off. Droning. Off. Droning.
Vibration upward sent.
Titanium grey wings
Crackling, carving the thin achromatic sky at thirty thousand feet
Destination north by northwest.
I am pleased with this chair
By the green garden fence.
© Grant F. Strand