Bees offer honey far more readily than they sting,
You say as we watch
Their fuzzy bodies flit from flower to flower
In the same clover.
_Trifolium repens._
They’re not native though nothing in our yard is.
The bees don’t care,
The same way we extend our soft skinned arms
Through the blackberry thickets
With the juice of our labors to show,
When we come back out.
I get older, my ski...