Honeybees playing
Bouncing and buzzing between
Flowers and I slip
Into daydreams of summer
Into nightmares of winter
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Writer in San Francisco, CA

I saw her at the
Crossroads, black dog at her heel
A torch in her hand
Another drink, a day gone
Torch burning in the darkness
Honeybees playing
Bouncing and buzzing between
Flowers and I slip
Into daydreams of summer
Into nightmares of winter
Liked this poem? Read The Rain Falls or Blue Sky.