A little golden
bee. Swims through the air, high,
circling a small wreath:
with flowers glinting
with dusty brown: specks of gold.
Spin relentlessly
Like waves on the
Shore reaping tranquility.
Honeycomb walls
Stark and straight, a wo-
-ven pattern. Climb into one
Sticky and sweet. Pause,
look up, see the web
of one–of many spiders.
They glisten silver.
The little golden
bee. Swims into the web,
stuck, buzzing alone.
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