“Thirty thousand honey bees have died in three hours, falling victim to just thirty giant hornets.” —BBC Earth, “Buddha, Bees and the Giant hornet Queen” They arrive upon wings of scorched glass, carrying the scent of burrowed earth & corpses. Summer airshattering beneath their weight, the August sun casting fire from its midday throne—sister,how the …
A carpet of moss exhales inside an abandoned temple. A lone figure scrapes grime from a row of faded headstones. He brings flowers to a sunken patch of grass—chrysanthemum, hyacinth, pink lily mid-bloom—& lights a white candle beside the bouquet. Pacing the soil above his love’s stripped bones, upon the damp ground he kneels. Summer …