Monday, December 30, 2013

A Poem is Worth A Thousand Words

Late Apology
The bees came by the hundreds
and by the hundreds was she stung,


their little shell-bodies working like a net.


And when I saw her dead in the creek
(bee queen of my dream)


it was the first time I feared being found
face down dead like a coward.


ALLISON SEAY


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