Slipping slightly sideways 

Adangled by the jaw
Bee knees behind the back
Stroking silken bee mane
      Awaking
       From a near star
   where bee dreams milk saxophone
to the beat of indigo
Riding the crests of great Kingfishers 
  aflanked by a train of dragonflys
  schools of samlets
      with mosquito chaperones
satiated on milkweed blossoms
alongside all of one
of the sun’s successive meridian transits
 
          Napping is the busy bee’s religion
because everybee knows 
rested is the way
to really get things done
              In the heat of Zenith
when firebirds 
are found, rolling and
  flipping in the ether,
           setting fire to the fields
   electrifying the cold stone
into calling upon the rains to come
      and meadow-heathered mead to pour forth
Kenny Barron and Ray Bryant 
in a duet with forces of 
      a cool night after the rain