dimanche 17 mars 2019

One Global Honey Bee Disaster

The worst-laid schemes work out and yet
There is some reason to regret
More canny stratagems might fail.

You ought to fly as bee swarm flies
Touch down and rub your hairy thighs
Where love is never done

But don’t forget: it burns with lust.
Those knees bestrewn with yellow dust
Flit over to another one.

The world has always been too smart
To not make choices by the heart
And pillage flowers in detail.

March 16, 2019

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