Keeping by Devin Wayne Davis

   "keeping"
what a beautiful community
of bermuda buttercups ...
waking in the sourgrass,

delicately--
they are naïve about
summer coming.

cold ...
march air
stirred

beescouts
from one honey-colored puddle
guarding the queen. then

rain,
made them
all stagnant black;

by morning,
the proletariat

had gone--
via shop vac--
there were some left
out of a goddamn job.