a tickle of bees

~ qbit 
a tickle of bees their buzz fuzz tenderness vulnerability 
wrapped in barbed wire the high-flying drone no-flies zone 
early summer when stones lose their gravity worldly heft 
left to breaking daisies broken ground the sun mad with 
wisteria madness of our noses full of honeysuckle snuff 
the stuff of naked skin white as orchids burning in the sun 
spying on us like chasing ants with a magnifying glass lens 
we run faster than clouds faster than rain faster than kudzu

For Shay’s Word Garden

3 thoughts on “a tickle of bees”

  2. I love the bees’ “buzz fuzz tenderness”…..and the speed of clouds, rain and kudzu. I could feel the summer heat and could almost smell the wisteria and honeysuckle.

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