THE BUSINESS OF HIS GATHERING
He went about the business of his gathering,
Single-minded in the shining sun,
A focus so intently centered
That I sat me down in grasses near to watch,
Fascinated by the strict attention
He paid to nothing but the work that lay at hand.
His wings, shot through and golden,
With the streaming of the late-day light,
Looked as though some fairy princeling
Might possess them, rather more than he.
But it was that business of his gathering,
So single-minded in the coming dusk
That struck me, holding my attention,
Single-minded, focused on a bee.
Jo Anzalone Feb. 17, 2007
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