The sun like a white light against my closed, darkened lids
Warm on my salted skin
The dried mix of grass and those still green
I feel between my fingers, grazing my knuckles bare
The dance of bees somewhere in the distance
A song of mating and fury
As they bounce from sunflower to sunflower
Yellow dust gently floating in the wind
Swirling in small tornadoes to the ground below