Patse Rain/Bee Cloud

A girl lays out in a brown lawn chair
wearing a boy shorts cut into a green triangle
and a white shirt that covers her navel.
The sun is a pale yellow hole
in a blue plain
cut in half with a streak of orange.

She lays on her stomach
while bees land on her toes
as if they were daisies.
Feelers dance in circles
like a mother’s knitting hands.

Bees peddle dead skin cells
onto their faces. They swarm
together into a cloud of black
shaped like a hand ready to
grab the sun.

The black cloud rolls overhead
and the girl waits for the rain
to come down thick like
clear paste. She pulls the collar
of her shirt to her lips and
swipes at her daisy toes.