Apis Florea

March 21, 2017

I see them swarming and skinning
one another with yellow sandpaper bodies;
they are like gnats, but bigger and more
beautiful. They hum, and murmur
and speak in little voices in the meadows,
perch on sunflowers and hold sweet nectar,
and sing the coming of spring. And with legs
planting themselves like lovers’ fingers around my arm,
she lands. She grazes on me, searching
for what she might make sweet. She leaves me,
empty-handed. I ponder where she sleeps now,
what cause she serves. And her beauty, quiet words.
But I remember how they swarm back to the hive,
it was just a trip outside, to let her knows she's alive.

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Mar. 27 at 11:07 pm
great poem! i can really relate to this during my garden experiences. i like how you personify and characterize the bee to make it symbolic of something or someone else. great job!
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