We beehive in the room
Lemonading & plumming our wine glasses
Smoked-cheese fingers, we willow tree on stools
Mapled by empty butterfly cocoons
Then, a sudden rain octupus the sky
We squirrel outside, sunflower-eyed at clouds
Our voices frogging with ripe peaches
The hours humming, scent of petalled mums
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Meeting the Bar - Verbing hosted by Bjorn Rudberg. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
