The branches of the wild Hawthorne
are so laden with blossoms
the bees become confused.
Stunned, they cannot complete
the siphoning of each blossom.
slowing tumbling from branch to branch
in some intoxication.
Restless in the act of love
she swings her arms
now back and forth
now up and down,
head turned.
They cannot be shaken
from such total absorption
from such resonance of vibration.
