This Day

This the day I will be lazy and not read and not even attempt to write about spring flowers they will soon disappear and bathers who come to stay have sun and sand on their mind Flowers do not make themselves beautiful for us but to pollinate, attract bees which we stupidly try to kill with pesticide and we`ll know the shrivel up of nature and hunger. I know of a colony of bees in the back yard but I leave them in peace, but fear their sting: a bee will never be your friend What happened to the bumble-bee I saw one big as a helicopter circling my house it was looking for a place to rest but the sparrow wouldn`t let it. No, I will do nothing today except making a mental map of the world on the cracked wall on the house opposite mine