Laden Bee by John M. Anderson

Laden Bee by John M. Anderson

Poetry, Vol. 2.1, March 2008

The light a yellow habit, vineyard
monk among wartime perfumed letters bent,
the old purple three cent stamps in their thumb-torn

corners, love-language refolded. What crumbled pages
of yellow pollen does he seek in the seams of their black-
stockinged legs and lees? Decanting to a geode cellar,

full as a swimming eye with honey hoard. Rigid
as any eye at the last, hard wax, persistent;
retinal ghost and post-script.

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