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Carpenter Bee -Poem
CARPENTER BEE
I HAVE AWOKEN IN THE HIVE
THE HIVE SMELLS OF SWEET TREACLE
AND SUGAR
AND ALL THE DRONES ARE RAGING
AGAINST THE HONEYCOMB WALLS
THE FLOWERS HAVE BLOWN IN ON THE WIND
FILLING THE FLOOR OF THE HIVE
AND A SEA OF BLACK MIXED YELLOW FLAX
FLYS OUT OVER THE LANDSCAPE
BECOMING ONE WITH THE BROWN GRASSES
SETTLED SOFTLY DOWN
PRESSING THE FLOWERHEADS
INTO THE DIRT OF THE GROUND
WHILE I WAIT FOR THE YELLOW TAXIS
UNDER THE CHANDELIER SUN
A HEART OF GOLD
A MILLION MILES AWAY
IN THE TRUE MORNING LIGHT
CAMOUFLAGED INTO THE STREETSCAPE
WEARING CHARTREUSE
JUST A CARPENTER BEE
SEEING THE WORLD
FAR FROM THE APPLE TREE
OF CELADON GREEN
AS THE TRAFFIC STORMS
AND THE ROAD LOOKED RIGHT
THAT JUNE
NOISY AND FULL OF CARS
AND PEOPLE
FROM THE CITY APARTMENTS
CROWDING THE STREETS
AS THE SOUND OF THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS
CALLED FORTH THE HIVE
AND IN CONSTANT MOTION
WAS THE WORLD
OF THE CARPENTER BEE
YELLOW BECAME THE SUMMER
BEFORE THE FALL
IN GREEN STREET
WHERE THE MEN WORE WHITE SHIRTS
WITH STARCHED COLLARS
IN THE GAY NEIGHBOURHOOD
AND ALL THE SEASONS BECAME FULL OF LIFE
MADE SPARKLING BY THE MEN OF GREEN STREET
AND I CALLED THEM ANGELS
AS ABOVE
UNABRIDGED COMPLETE OF MATESHIP
FOR ALL THERE HELP
IN THIS WORLD
AND THE NEXT
THE GREAT UNKNOWN
AND BEYOND
THE PRESENT
AND THE HEREAFTER
IN SOME FUTURE TIME AND FARTHER ALONG
FOR ALL THE YESTERDAYS
AND ALL THE TOMORROWS
THERE FRIENDSHIP AND THERE LOVE
THERE COMPASSION AND THERE GIFT
I CROSSED THE STREET TO FIND THE MAN
IN THE FOLK HOUSE
MY LINEAGE
AND MY TRIBE
BROWN BECAME THE AUTUMN
AND THE SPRING RETURNED ONCE MORE
TO STRAW CASTLES
AND THE HIVE
ON GREEN STREET
WITH ALL THE MALE CARPENTER BEES
WHERE THE FLOWERS BLOOMED
ALWAYS AND CONSTANTLY
TIME AND AGAIN
AND THE LEAVES CHANGED COLOR
WITH THE SEASONS
AND ALL I COULD SMELL WERE THE FLOWERS
PASSING BY
IN THE VILLAGE
THIS BEAUTIFUL WONDROUS COLOSSAL LIFE
THAT OPENED LIKE A FLOWER EVERY MORNING
WELCOMING THE SKYE ON THE HILL
