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Late Apology

The bees came by the hundreds
and by the hundreds was she stung,

their little shell-bodies working like a net.

And when I saw her dead in the creek
(bee queen of my dream)

it was the first time I feared being found
face down dead like a coward.

Allison Seay

To See the Queen
Persea Books

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