Rowing Home
A white bee hive
bobs to the surface
a few bees hovering
We know it is past time
to head home,
but he turned the boat
instead to toward the River.
A white bee hive
bobs to the surface
a few bees hovering
We know it is past time
to head home,
but he turned the boat
instead to toward the River.
Reflections on our submerged town.
I really like your poetry!
a great flood…of e(motion)
Thank you guys. I had this idea of water, and then deeper water underneath flooding.