Poetry
B's and bees.
by Becky Schwartz


words have implanted their stingers,
not weary of death or dismemberment.
it's just a wives tale anyway.
those bees can sting a thousand times,
and live to tell their queen.

it can't ever be the same.
each sentence carves it's
lines as cursive in the wood.


the bees carry their tales through
the forest.
using tiny swirls,
to tell the other animals
what's been said.
Posted by: Becky Schwartz

Poetry (June 6th, 2005)