telling the bees




God is a fuzzy bumble-bee sitting in the still air
on snapdragons

God is the still air

God is the blue-green beach
at the town common
where yellow and peach coloured
snapdragons nod on the breeze

one day I shall be telling the bees
saying your names again
light and shadow so heavy
I cannot not utter them in places that are grey and busy
or even honey coloured places
where sun shines through windows in lovely beams of light

I shall tell the bees one day
tender
in the stillness of air

where each movement of their irridescent  wings
is a fluttering of my heart

and all my words are tears and honey

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