Langstroth left the pulpit
Determined to find
God in the apiary.
Capital G.
Who can be certain?
The poetry of the rural economy.
The asking and the knowing
Ripen and swarm into the
Dry hollows of a distant
Catalpa tree.
And if they survive the winter?
Cakes of pollen placed in a basket.
Jars of nectar hanging
Beneath the eaves.
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