In my garden....

there's a lil shrub that yields
green
clean
leaves;

there're bees that swarm next to it, near it,
though not on it,
in it they leave a hum
of a deep piano-ish dong that gets stuck in the supersonic confines of a closed room.

In my garden,
leaves bloom like flowers
and spaces sing along and echo -
between the highs and lows of silence.