Poetry: "Silent Sinister Blue" by Daniel A. Rabuzzi
Virgil speaks much of bees ("little Romans" he calls them, for their diligence and loyalty) but says nothing about wasps -- which is a shame because their biography is at least as illustrious, and frankly more dramatic. I might write a treatise on bees but I would stage a drama about the wasp. As summer slides into fall, tribes of bees flirt with goldenrod and the dwindling vetch and yarrow, with the aster's first surge, in the interstitial realms along the river-banks. Butte