LARRY HIRSHBERG

The Bee

Three guitars in a room.
Yellowed glass looks out on
spruce-lit afternoon.

Prior to downbeat
illustrated panel of silent scene
falls into place.
Then, Uncomfortable Door slides shut.
Then, Palm Tattooed With Red Octagon rises,
signals opposition.

Here is negative narrative.
Here are no characters.
These are broken-bulbed streetlights.

Vanished vibrations.
Then, sound of insect in amber,
actually older than hills, impossible
wings counting-
One and two and three and
Sing.