' ' ' ' ' Hailstones And Bumblebees(Tankas For Imogen)

Dead bee in her hand lovely furry miracle. 'No buzz buzz! ' she weeps enormous tears plop on bee as if her grief could save him. ******* Child holding hailstone in her tiny hand as big a mystery as... magnificent as any jewel...magic in her eyes. ******* No sigh of Mr. Bee...only his busy buzzing he lost in flower. Finally bee’s bum comes out covered in yellow pollen. ******* First hailstone & then another & another doing Beethoven’s 5th Symphony on tin roof. And then...a shower of applause. ******* I THINK SHE’LL MAKE IT! Her doll with cracked skull! Obviously...emergency! She cries as I pour more sawdust into her head tape it in place with band-aid. ******* Both her doll & she falling asleep in the shade both...closing their eyes. Now – only doll wide awake gazing at her sleeping child. ******* My bike on its back wheels up in air like a dead bug getting puncture – fixed. So fascinated...spins wheels. Bike now...an amazing toy. ******* Butterfly tiptoes between raindrops...careful not to awaken flowers that have gone to sleep dreaming that it is raining.