Honey Bunch
a nectar
the garnered spit of worker bees
drops of undistilled wine
hive-mulled
dripped through the dropper
of hair-lipped lips
plants
dig themselves out
of a dry earth
to sup an opiate of life or death
fostering a flowering
manna delivers green
to the pale fat caterpillars
grubs fly away
to enrich
the open mouths
of graves
the thirsty wombs of
ants
hummingbirds
elephants
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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