New Poem by Charles Dodd White

Old Bee Colony in a Broken Down Homeplace You and I, we have come to the relic Blighted with hobnails, slammed tight to plumb Where the secret city of insects once Thrived. The comb, brittle as gravely sunk bones Is a surprise, a tear in time to cheat The use of what we should carry […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry...