An iris dares to bloom.
Six wasps
chastise a window
from inside, ignore
an open door nearby.
For hours.
They walk the window.
One by one, four mount
The rod I level to the pane,
Lift out the door.
Two more resist. Afraid, enraged?
They lift their weaponed rears.
Again, again.
I let them sleep on it.
Next morning:
open door, the stick;
the trapped persist,
hold their position.
A fresh wasp stalks
another room,
does not refuse the stick,
the door,
the open air
outside.
The iris nods.
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