Bee-Face

I grew as small as I could
to descend into you.

Now that I’m down
there is no other world.

All I can feel
is the floor I’m adhered to,

what years in the swarm
do to esteem.

You told me it was
a floor that dances,

and it does — keeper you are
of things that were people.

Printed from Cerise Press: http://www.cerisepress.com

Permalink URL: http://www.cerisepress.com/03/08/bee-face