Honey bee hanging,
drop of sun-
splashed water,
from a stem
hugged and tugged
into a furring haze
caterpillar drops to
arthritic contortions
on cold shade stone
dung beetle drums
across gravel
from the tensile
stem the heavy droplet
falls up into the air.
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