Poezja

The finger and a ring― 
a story of bonhomie; 
if you live precariously. 
 
Difficult when you are perceptively nimble. 
 
I would like to take off― 
any clinger. 
 
If you live in a crate, ― 
there is no escape. 
The pollination has stopped. 
 
The washed bees will not go anywhere― 
in this rain. 
 
The bumbler will strike 
when you are eating the poem.