Bees in my backyard

A path to heaven without questions

Shooting stars
     straight from the earth
dive bomb the sky and disappear
not in a flash, like a bomb with a boom,
into the air
     like nothing.

Shooting stars
     flashing, bejeweled sparks
each on a mission from sweet heaven
aflame with the wisdom of hearth and home
     on business for the queen.

Shooting stars
     a-flight by the thousands
light up my mornings and enlighten my heart
as/like a bee should/each bee
     does her duty
     without question.