bees

Do not go gentle, go dervish

  Equinox   by Elizabeth Alexander   Now is the time of year when bees are wild and eccentric. They fly fast and in cramped loop-de-loops, dive-bomb clusters of conversants in the bright, late-September out-of-doors. I have found their dried husks in my clothes.   They are dervishes because they are dying, one last sting, […]

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