Living with Carpenter Bees

[Sparkydashforth]

They are dug in
under the screen door
where my foot swings,
where concrete crumbles.

Fat and fuzzy
the bees scurry
as heavy as baby mice.
They share an apartment
with a chipmunk,
and a long black centipede
that sometimes emerges
to ripple-wave at something
only it can see.

The bees skim a small acreage;
rotund whirring blimps,
meandering low -
chase each other
in a circle of light.

When night drips from the roof,
we share a living space
made from unpacked shadows.