What are you seeking, that you have untethered us

like a lost Playland yellow kiss separated from a hive

left me riding an empty merry-go-round alone in the dark

Maybe this should have been unhurried or it wasn’t to be

black seeds consumed by a stubborn bird pecking at our trunk

stunting us before they hit the ground and sprouted to the sky

Your end, our beginning, a silent 한국 bee bee tree growing

pollinated by unknowing, drunken bees in a Mexican honeycomb

under a moon licked white flower cluster without a distinct care

Allowing a saccharine winged fragrance to hum una bachata bella

the nectar was sweetest in September but it’s now October

and many leaves have fallen, after only faintly changing color

AG