yellowjacket on the double-pane
on a reflection of a leaf inside
he is missing an antennae
and stays a long time
absorbing the morning heat

easy to forget
even summer has its edges
salmonberry thorns
and early-season tartness
the splintering dock
our feet grown soft

some spider has tried
to tether the world overnight
a tenuous cohesion
when it catches in the sunlight
the yellowjacket pulses four wings
open shut open shut
I look for a word
but cannot find it