— What are those things
that shine in the sky,
— I asked my mother.
— Bees, she answered
Every night since then,
my eyes eat honey.
Showing posts with label a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a poem in honor of National Poetry Month. Show all posts
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
What are those things?**
— What are those things
that shine in the sky,
— I asked my mother.
— Bees, she answered
Every night since then,
my eyes eat honey.
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