Tuesday, April 09, 2013
copeland morris BEES
Can you hear bees dancing? Their shuffle
Is all shimmy coming up to the hive,
The buzz of rehearsal before a melody comes
Back to the flower: those greatest hits,
The songs you can't stop humming, if you're a bee,
When the dew is yours on the road to school,
And the young at heart adore you.
What is with their magic? Don't bees boogie
Over our graves as well as they dance
When we put up our stores? The whisper
Released from the palms of kids who cupped
Hands for it, is another name for them.
They rock the tempo with a kind of wobble
When mockingbirds whistle the bobwhite's song.