michaelgrow

workers in the garden

In gardening, relationships on April 17, 2011 at 10:02 pm

Here comes the March bees.

“Finally,” the gardener taps his spade.

Smaller, he’d run from them hands over his ears, past

his father’s taunt, “Be still and they don’t mess with you.”

Weakly now, stronger soon, they will serve.

His welcoming heart, an older hive.

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