Reserve

My lips buzz,
a bee nearly entering
the pink, yellow & white
of my open mouth.
The bulldozer
vibrates in the valley.
I cannot stay.

Lone spider
advancing—help
horizon descend
so it can climb
fearless.
Silk surpasses.
I cannot stay.

Swarm
of adulation
gathers odor thick
with sun-clusters.
The gates seal
their lips at sunset.
I cannot stay.