noonday sun
appearing…disappearing
a bee
*
again and again
diving into the blossoms, this bee
can’t get enough
More, more, more…more. Why do we always want more? Why is that? Why is it we just can’t seem to get enough. Is it our nature—people, animals—are we all the same? For me, I suppose, it is the same. Haiku—I just can’t get enough.
