Judge Tree Riesener’s comments: “This poem builds by imagery of light and shadow, gradually drawing us into a sense of underlying unease. Things are hidden here -- in boxes, in pools, under plastic covers and hats, under soil, in darkness. The tension of silence is finally broken by naming, with all the mythical power that act implies. The subtle thread of shadowy connection pulls the beginning and ending of the poem together, as does the ongoing imagery of bees (hidden, menacing). Throughout, the poem has unusual sensual imagery, with fat drunken peonies, the ‘thrum’ (wonderful word) of a garden, smoldering, burning, stabbing sunlight, bruised evening light. The author ends with a sense of completion but nothing obvious, nothing where the writer is trying too hard to make his/her point. This poem nicely balances authorial intent and trust in the reader.”