Apis Vero Est The bees in ever-rising spheres, scatter iridescent lures before the open boundary fence; a diligent, eloquent choir. Avenues of almond trees fringed with mint and rue welcome gold-winged harvesters chanting by the dawn. Enlivened in their gathering task to live a now familiar life after the bee of Nazareth, in lambent cells of wine-- their healing angels ward the life as slender Wedgewood thyme. All labor ends at sunset, but singing never dies.
Charles Haddox lives in El Paso, Texas, on the U.S.-Mexico border, and has family roots in both countries. His work has appeared in a number of journals and anthologies. charleshaddox.wordpress.com
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