In a Sculptor's Garden by David Chorlton

I walked into a bee swarm

whose buzzing made

a globe of sound

that moved through trees

and settled

in a mass against the sloping edge

where roof meets sky.
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Among figures cast in time,

reclining, standing in

a dancer’s pose, or leaning

down to touch the ground,

I listened
 .

to birdsong, wind, and whispering

grass while cottonwoods

greened by the creek
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and the thousand bodies

joined a thousand more

as a cluster formed

and hung

at sunlight’s end.

David Chorlton, Phoenix, Arizona