by Kate Bernadette Benedict
Seems there’s a bee.
Bees.
Seems there’s a siege of bees,
indoors, in cubes, in corridors,
beleaguering employees.
Seems there’s shadow on the air,
Africanized bees,
diffusing something:
pollen, pods or seeds.
Windows swarm—
murk and writhing.
Duck and cover.
Freeze.
Seems there’s a breeze.
Bees in thousands.
Thousand thousand bees.
Kate Bernadette Benedict edits Umbrella: A Journal of Poetry and Kindred Prose and Tilt-a-Whirl: A Poetry Sporadical of Repeating Forms. Her poetry collections are Here from Away (CW Books, 2003) and In Company, scheduled for publication in 2011.
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