They are ducking the squash blossoms,
weaving through the bean trellis,
peeking from the forest of potato
stalks.
They are admiring the young zucchini,
three inches long and darkly green.
They are encouraging the strawberries
to ripen.
They are dancing up tomato cages,
sliding down pumpkin leaves, the vines
themselves escaping through the garden
fence.
They are courting, gyrating, dancing
by dozens, perhaps, or more.
Above all, they are calling, Come on!
Come!
I would join them, though I cannot
dance,
let alone hover, spin, or shine. I
would go,
but the mosquitos would eat me alive.
June 20, 2012
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