As countless bees
Unpegged in the basket, sheets
dried by the sun
powerful still, hot on my head
though it’s supper time
six chimes from the campanile clock
loud in the hot sun hush.
Tomato leaves are curling crisped
thirsty SOS
all in thrall, stunned by the sun
and here the blooming bushes
lavender, flower of the south
happy with heat, with dry, with parched
noisy now, loud hum and thrum
as countless bees, still busy
day not done, dance
dance in the evening sun.
25th July 2020, Hounoux
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