Two Poems

Every Bush a Burning One

A bee needles magnolia with its legs
It leans an inner thread to the side
To rub its pollened fur deeper down the stems

Every bush’s flower has a bee
And other beings, both living and not,
Are somewhere there, doing things unseen



Later Today, Right Now

Leaves without warning
Bundled like stripped clothes
At these trees’ feet
Some shadows really navy
That later today are brown
This is a park, it’s public,
I’m here
It’s today, all parts, all now
This is the park where
Two rentable scooters
Lay one over the other
In the cold sun though
They blink greenly for
Anyone who might want

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Calvin Cummings lives in Baltimore, MD.