Aug 172011

I’m thinking about poems that are inspired by fragrance.  Here’s one of my short poems.  It’s true–no need to worry about those bees. The sweet scent of a bush filled with these tiny white flowers was enough to captivate all sorts of bees.

By the way, most of my poems are short and focused snapshots.



I’m standing
in the midst
of a hundred buzzing bees,

but not a one
notices me.

To a bee
what am I
next to a thousand
sweet white blooms?

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