yard man's debris
left at the curb
this and that
waiting for the city truck
to pick them up -
branches and vines
with drying leaves curled inward.

there hangs a treasure
almost transparent
within the shambles
a little nest
of wasp spit and fiber
from leaves and wood matter -
hexagonal cubbyholes
of paper perfection


the wasp nest glows -
a small 10-compartment affair
long ago abandoned -
an archaeological wonder -
the architecture
of humble inch-long masters
with wings