From My Window
Foxglove fantasies
digitalis death dreams
the butterflies and the bees
dancing in a lazy breeze
as I think about my disease
digging just to dig the beauty
all around me,
only I can see
the stinger on the bee
and the butterfly is never free
death reigns it in.
5-23-06
From My Window
From My Window
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Re: From My Window
While watching from my window, I'veiblieve wrote:From My Window
only I can see
the stinger on the bee
enjoyed their open, airy hive,
their bustled business buttressed by
a flower-columned earth and sky
and I've believed these bees are good—
my light, my flight, my neighborhood.
This troupe, its dance around its queen:
in this my own religion's seen
as I would worship one like me;
my god's a man, their queen's a bee.
And should their stingers pierce me through,
remind me: I've a stinger too
and whom I'd love is close to me
with eyes that search me knowingly,
who knows my danger as I see
the stinger on my neighbor bee.
"Every genuinely religious person is a heretic, and therefore a revolutionary" -- GBShaw
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