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