Tina Demirdjian: Two Dying Bees

I peered at them one by one
their wings
disintegrating
into the afternoon light:
their huge black eyes
staring back at me,
motionless,
and without a sound:
wispy skeletons
that had grown silent
on the leaves
of my red-flowered cactus
and my purple geranium.
How silent we can become.

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