The Beehive Woman

The wise seasoned woman

sat on her chair in

her bedroom.

Her white turban

sat on her head

like a beehive.

I sat on her bed

with my feet

dangling over the 


The cloth of her 

turban wrapped 

around itself

like wax in 

a series of 

honey filled 


Wisdom oozed 

from her mind like

honey from a prodded


I was like a bee

returning for
her honey.   

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