the breeze ripples
over the top
of long sheaves of
cut grasses
a border collie
pants as he guards his post
among the
black-faced sheep, grazing,
honeybees and
bumblebees buzzing atop sweet clover
that smells like
the finest perfume from Paris
the last of a long
day of summer weather
caught in a picture
frame for posterity
when honeybees may
become a thing of the past
and the familiar
buzz of the fields
becomes replaced by
nanobots that self-fertilize
our flowers, our
food, our futures
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