Papery wasp
Bought with painful metals,
The nest speaks to
Us in a whirring.
Gasps afloat
In the distance like wine
Has been poured for all,
And everyone.
Stinging after stinging,
The heartiness of insects
Is the same, a feature of
Nature well-taught.
The leaders of the nest
Cajole ruinously,
A visitor called Me investigates
As a passerby, and passenger.
One seems to find him there,
The real rings of smoke come
From my pipe that softens
The senses and is applauded.
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