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Spilled Wine
How much do we dance
Sep 27, 2020
A bee is pestering,
looking for sugar to coat its thighs
and flick out a path of accolades;
high fives in the hive
before thrumming to death
by queenly command.
How much do we dance
without knowing? Which queen
gives our command
to move among the flowers
spreading skin cells
and penetrating other hives?
Watch how we dip our chins
at the sentries to hurry inside
and drink all the honey
our mouths can quietly hold.
© Trapper Markelz 2020
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