augury doggerel

Friday, April 19, 2002


The bees used to fill the display case at the little bakeshop between home and work. When I stopped to buy a sticky pastry, the bees were buzzing under glass. The girl behind the counter, cashier and accidental beekeeper, would calmly shake bees off my pastry as if they were excess sugar. One bee might just wind out of the bag before she crinkled it shut. The girl didn�t mind, hardly noticed; she tapped numbers on the cash register with sticky fingertips. The displaced bees found other sweet things to tiptoe over.

When they widened the road, they knocked down the shop and then bulldozed away the corner where it stood. I haven�t found another bee shop yet.


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