by Katelyn Botsford Tucker
He marveled once at
how quiet I could make
my footsteps.
Today I thunder
everywhere.
Sheer coincidence that
the Crab is visible in March.
When his bees
died, I heard
a thick sadness in the airwaves.
The rattle in his breath
a warning buzz.
Katelyn Botsford Tucker is a teacher and writer. She is often caffeinated and terrified of outer space. You can find her on Twitter @KatelynBotsford.
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