Le Derrière

No other way to say it.

All ass first big and bounteous,

shameless flirt five paces away

daring anyone who’s anyone not to look.

Where can an EXTRA extra-large rump-shaker hide?

Hypothetically speaking.

Maybe.

The type of booty that secretly brewed

in enclaves of earth and fire

wood and stone

reverse osmosis filtering all the juice and joy humanity threw away

to brew succulence.

Mixtures of eye-catching softness,

tripped hints of Spring that blush from wintry weight

and hallelujah gluteus to the maximus glories around anatomical sculpture.

Worth. The. Wait.

Symphony-inspired flight.

Damn.

Bet all the other bees jealous.

Caboose plump living large domestication defiance stuffed toy levels love

in fuzzy adorableness

jus' going ‘bout ya bidness.

Unconcerned with being a hope harbinger to banish coldness for a time

and teach humanity lessons in humility,

and bursts of joy from first bumblebee season’s sighting,

and tears fallen for why it matters.

Every year brings casualties.

The instructions:

Focus.

Fly when told you can’t.

Fly no matter what.

Fly black-yellow-white patterned hiney in faces.

Focus.

Tell ‘em where to get off and throw some bum-bum into it

Nature runs itself.

We could spend more time watching and just let it.

As all creation travels in ways best suited.

Got things to do.

Tuchises to twiggle.

Children to giggle.

Others to inspire

by happenstance by fire

airlifting behemoth butts with a buzz.

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