Bumble Bee Hive
Bumble Bee Hive
Our adobe house in Lemitar
with its two foot thick walls
—a child could stand comfortably
in the deep set windows—
was home to a hive of bumble
bees with their thick, velvety
bodies and their slow
motion
calisthenics; I remember an old
weathered saddle frame lay splayed
in the attic—squat in the dust that was
the insulation for the tin-roofed abode.
We caught June bugs in those days
haven’t seen one in years…
and tied a crochet string
to their back leg, so their bumbling,
awkward escape-attempt-flights
entertained us…..kids played outside
in those days. Cokes were just nine cents
and the only fat kid was Porky
on the Timmy and Lassie show.