EASTER IN DETROIT

In the corner of the yard were the hydrangeas

Mother called them snowballs

Before they bloomed, there were little snowballs on the clover

Which attracted  

The bees to come out from underground to buzz

And I wonder now why I never took a shovel and paid the bees a visit.

Two giant plums that had more thorns than plums

A bird bath, a swing set,

And two tall thin acorns that Dave and I

Climbed to the very top and swayed

While we looked out over Lake St Clair.

I remember showing my sister how to catch a bee in her hand

And if you held it tight enough it could not sting your hand.

She only tried it once.
She could not hold it tight enough.

Mom wore me out.

bulletholes, 2019