wild honey

blackjohnnie · Post by **blackjohnnie** » Thu Jan 27, 2005 6:15 pm

While she lay sleeping,
I missed the sound of her voice.
The quiet hum of her breathing
reminded me

as a child
living at the end of a lonely road
near the red barn
in the grasp of an almond orchard,
in spring
I’d watch the bee keepers
chimney stack
off white wood boxes
with inch and half long slats
at the bottom.

I remember
one warm day
a man in an ice cream white suit
brought me a broken
piece of uncured honey comb.
Under the sun of the San Joaquin Valley,
as the bees hummed in my ears,
the honey swam down my
throat as I ate it.

Stung again.

regynalonglank · Post by **regynalonglank** » Sun Jan 30, 2005 10:07 pm

nice! really captures that feeling...

reminds me of one time when i was a kid, and a beekeeper guy gave me some honeycomb for figuring out which bee in the see through hive thingy was the queen...i was so proud.

Ranger Genius · Post by **Ranger Genius** » Mon Jan 31, 2005 7:37 am

Do I detect a little Ray Bradbury reference there?

blackjohnnie · Post by **blackjohnnie** » Mon Jan 31, 2005 8:48 am

RG,

astute observation of my theft not really an allusion, though.

Thank you Regynalonglank(whew. what the hell does your name mean anyway?) for your words.

blackness.