Braden Coucher

Rookie (December 10,1986 / Portland Oregon)

Honeybee - Poem by Braden Coucher

Directly behind my parents’
House I follow
A confused honeybee,
Scattered, humming.
She grazes musky plains of fermenting
Pairs in the pear orchard
My parents abandoned and forgot
About years ago.

Honeybee, all alone follows
Wasps whose wings beat and beat
ever furiously
With drunken urgency.
I follow the Vespidae and their bumbling guest,
spellbound by their tiny lives. In late summer, the pears
Fall, sink, droop
Into the earth and leave, in their decay,
The pungent aroma of rotting, pear
Alcohol.
The wasps and honeybee spiral
About the trees’ fallen compost,
Desperately indulge in fermentation.
Finally each insect lain upon browning grass blades,
Exhausted
As I am in dwindling late summer

Heat. The autumn sun yawns and shadows
Honeybee and me. The first greying
Oak leaves flit toward
The earth in augury
Of a chilling fall.
She sleeps in heat,
Gently breathes retiring orchard’s potpourri
which seems to wilt in unison as a troop
of quitting soldiers, dropping their fruit bombs and
leaving them behind.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, May 16, 2011


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