The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta July 19, 2016 1

In the bright sun, three potter wasps are raiding the bergamot blossoms, piercing the base of each purple tube to drain the nectar.

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Martin Cohen
8 years ago Permalink

trembling bloom
a bumble bee crawls
from the nectar

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