The Honey Slaves Poem by Steve Hancock

The Honey Slaves



Industrious bees, laden with pollen
Lumber from flower, to flower
Exquisite blooms, of summer solstice
Adorning, the copious bower

Ramshackle hives, drip sodden with honey
Smoked, by the keepers benign
Preserved in jars, of slow blown glass
The essence, of summer, saccharine

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