firewheels
bees navigate
fields of wildflowers
I stop and watch
idle
—
firewheels
windblown, yellow
dancing, twisting, shimmering
lunchtime passes too fast
enough
—
stoptime
fields in red bloom
killdeer race through the grass
and bees hover silently, slow
firewheels
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This is an attempt to write cinquains in the three formats found here, but using the same or similar topics and words (firewheels, stop, enough) that I also used in today’s NaPoWriMo / PAD tritina poem “It Is Enough.”