The Greenville Poets

By Belinda Rismiller
About the Bee

The catholic bee, dressed in her uniform
of stripes, cleans the hive, feeds the brood then

for her job. Following directions danced
by a fellow worker she travels to ever-changing

Today it may be the deep-throated daffodil
she’ll plumb or a stand of clover, the flower plain,
the nectar

delectable. Do you think she stops to chat
with caterpillars or ladybugs she happens to meet?
Or pause

to watch butterflies hang-glide overhead?
Does envy or regret enter her mind on the trips back
and forth?

Does she long to be different from the dowdy
drone she is? I imagine her doing loop-ti-loops and
barrel rolls

when no one’s there or stealing a lick of royal
jelly when the queen’s back is turned. And in the morning

she dons her customary habit, she slips
into panties and bra of scarlet silk.