As the workers toil in the carpet of sage
they hum and buzz their dictum
“from each according to their abilities, to each according to their needs”


Midday by the river just the barest of breezes blows
and the only sound is of bees and dragonflies at work.

Bees See

how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.


Tired of the raids by bears and man the bees have moved on.
Now they keep their honey hoard safe in the hollows of old trees.

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