I pass a tall spruce dead this green summer long
I gaze through the bare limbs to the trunk
And the boughs rotate around the bole
As the moon followed me in crazy daylight
When I rode upon the back seat

Immature pecans lie scattered on the pavement
Green in their exocarps
We had a windy shower a few days back
But plenty of nuts remain on high
And what if all had fallen

A young couple push a stroller
And when the wheel hits a bump on the sidewalk
Dad apologizes to the slumbering babe
And I father of generations think
A few bumps are good for sleep at that age

Black bees crowd around a flowering shrub
Some as big as I’ve ever seen
And some a third their size
Are they the same species I wonder
And why do I care about species