41 Minutes

	                                                                        hands grip 
behind rod-straight 

backs—	                                                       wide stance 
as they watch

             	                                                                dozens— 
glassy wings 	                                                like dreck 

on the sidewalk	                                        mangled 
bee bodies	                                                crawl 

through wreckage 
dusty pollen leaves 

bright orange streaks 
on cold concrete	                                        spit-

polished boots 
lift	                                                                        crush 

bodies 
like cigarette butts 

41 minutes 
they watch— 

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by Gale Naylor