Swarms of garden gazers
gleefully swoop on bold bedding, right-royal roses,
past pools of voluptuous vegetation, they stream
along water features for refreshments
As solitary bee, I skulk behind bamboo
conjure haikus and listen to the quivering, quaking stems
when human hubbub trails away
Just 44 words for De’s quadrille prompt: Quiver
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