Honey Bee

I’m a honey bee.
Can you see me?
In this concrete tree.
I’m in the high rise section
where there ain’t many queen bees.
I come and go, rather slow.
Hoping to catch a glimpse of a queen bee,
who owns her femininity.
If by chance she sees
a bee like me – Oh Jeez!
More often than not, she flees.
And avoids me,
and then leaves in the breeze.
And that guarantees,
that love is just a tease
and I’ll be quite displeased.
Me and a queen bee?,
what am I thinking? Really?
But maybe there is a bee
for me
in another concrete tree.
we’ll see…
Hmmm, Bzzzzzzzz
Off I fly

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