it was a normal day
full of bees we killed an hour
saying a lot of nothing
trying to say something and the
weather was perfect.
the children
were getting hurt it wasn’t
too sunny or hot or anything
like that and the clover
pulled at our bees inside
it was painful for
a minute saying all that
nothing over and through
all the something like
honey seeping out.
sappy children with their
contusions and tantrums
they brought perfect
purple blossoms even with
tears and the leaves
broken it was such a
beautiful day for crying
in the park and i can’t lie it
seemed like your bees were
really fat loud flies and my
bees were bees.
-Iris Appelquist
Friday, July 25, 2014
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