tiny, amidst a sea of pavement
a honeybee, adrift
something she ate, something she gathered
(something they sprayed, something they scattered)
her limbs twitch yet she tries
to dance
complicated steps to show the secret way she found to
something
anything
and no one here to see but me and i
can make no sense of her intricate map but she spends
her last blurred strength to tell
someone
anyone
she can’t keep her footing but
keeps dancing
keeps collapsing
starts slowing
stops moving
she and her secret
her urgent, fatal secret
drift away
