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Late Apology

The bees came by the hundreds

and by the hundreds was she stung,

their little shell-bodies working like a net.

And when I saw her dead in the creek

(bee queen of my dream)

it was the first time I feared being found

face down dead like a coward.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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