Pollen-flared
a bee
settled
preened
out of the wind
me and this gatherer
sharing shelter
from the Mediterranean’s
onshore blow
neither wanting to fly
anywhere
the lumpen oranges
I had helped remove
thud-soft
a few secure-gripped
within the stick-scrape
of the tree
other bee-labours
now tabled fruit
our moment passes
as he lifts away
break taken.