Wasps Drinking

In my garden I sat

as I watched the wasps drinking.

I know how they nest

and I know that they’re

streaking on back to the eave

of the old out–house reeking,

and dousing their young

with the water retrieved

from the fountain — now leaking,

and forming a pool,

in the green and the cool

of my garden,

where I watched the wasps drinking.