i.<\/p>\n
My nieces bring me bees.<\/p>\n
Strung on copper, hung from chains.<\/p>\n
Each as different as my nieces<\/p>\n
who do not know their own faces<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
ii.<\/p>\n
While the bees\u00a0\u00a0 who dance in darkness<\/p>\n
can map for any sister<\/p>\n
the way home. Can fly on wings<\/p>\n
stronger than maps.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
iii.<\/p>\n
My nieces build themselves homes.<\/p>\n
With a lover, a husband, a wife.<\/p>\n
Each love as different as my nieces.<\/p>\n
Spring and summer, autumn honeys.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
iv.<\/p>\n
My nieces drink the tea I brew for them<\/p>\n
in cups that were my mother\u2019s<\/p>\n
that fit on saucers my grandmother painted.<\/p>\n
So many women.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
v.<\/p>\n
I drop honey from a silver spindle<\/p>\n
trail it like the scent of roses<\/p>\n
beneath bee flight. All the bees are sisters.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
vi.<\/p>\n
My nieces breathe in harmony.<\/p>\n
Their dances full of light<\/p>\n
the light filled with wings. The bees<\/p>\n
work in the late summer<\/p>\n
while my nieces inhale\u00a0\u00a0 exhale.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
vii.<\/p>\n
In the late afternoon, my nieces<\/p>\n
ready for leave-taking. Fill sacks<\/p>\n
with food I baked for them,<\/p>\n
as if propolis was held within.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
viii.<\/p>\n
My nieces\u2019 wings are music.<\/p>\n
Each composes her own melody<\/p>\n
She turns and spins within<\/p>\n
the honeyed light of August.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
ix.<\/p>\n
My nieces make their own honey<\/p>\n
as yellow as their towhead childhoods<\/p>\n
as golden as their dreams.<\/p>\n
My nieces work together in my kitchen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
x.<\/p>\n
Early evening, and my nieces leave<\/p>\n
for their own homes. Fold<\/p>\n
their wings and walk upon the earth.<\/p>\n
No one else knows that each<\/p>\n
is part of something so much larger.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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