Ode to Tired Bumblebees Who Fall Asleep Inside Flowers with Pollen on their Butts

The websites say, usually 
it's the males. Maybe they've gone
out with buddies in their leks,
keeping their radar tuned 
for female bees as they move from 
sweet pea to mallow flower and 
snapdragon, gathering pollen
in those hairy saddlebags called
corbiculae. Maybe they have 
nowhere to return to or are lost,
having gone too far from the nest.
Maybe the empty football fields
and elementary school playgrounds,
so long unmowed since our common
isolation and teeming now 
with yellow dandelions, proved
too much. Sweet alyssum, 
phlox; wisteria cascading heavy 
out of themselves. Honeysuckle 
and evening-scented stock,
dianthus crowned with hint
of cinnamon and smoky clove. 
Female bees will also burrow
deep inside the shade of a squash
flower: the closer to the source
of nectar, the warmer and more
quilt-like the air. In the cool 
hours of morning, look closely 
for the slight but tell-tale
trembling in each flower cup:
there, a body dropped mid-flight,
mid-thought. How we all retreat
behind some folded screen as work
or the world presses in too
soon, too close, too much. 

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