I used to spend my summers fishing for bees

my waterless valley that I live in pushed the bees to absolute insanity

and they took the death defying plunge to get a taste of what they thought to be an oasis freshwater

instead they land themselves a one way ticket into my backyard pool

and when they do i slip my feet out of the water, grab my 10 foot long pole-with a very helpful added net feature- and scoop the bee into safety

once in my net I bring them to the pony wall that contains the pool and citrus trees in my yard

two taps to the side of the pole makes the bee loose their grip and tumble gently out of my net

back to my station I go, plucking the low hanging oranges as I walk back to the small patch of shade provided by the magnificent orange tree

my feet slip back into the water as I devour a tingling sweet orange

when I wasn’t tapping bees onto the pony wall I was splashing in the pool with my dangling feet, telepathically telling the reflective cherry red and shiny blue dragonflies to come and land on me or shoving my face with oranges so juicy that both my hands and fishing pole were sticky

another bee would fly in and I would repeat until I got board and that’s when the bees ran out of luck, but I rarely got bored in my pool side oasis