Yellow stripes with wings flying black intentions
Stinger pointed to make a landing
Swarming masses of sweat attract
a hot Summer day

Sitting or standing
some run flailing vocals as cast would bring
relief
when night comes in flight
stars riding, meteors sliding, a moon immune
with healing throbs reminding

until the Sun returns with foraging hoards
then
shadows around
buzzing
sounding time
seeing the air alive.