Bees

I had to go because the telephone call said I must

Telephone calls are not required to propel events

Events often become items on a shelf

Our choices at the store make visible our inner demons

Inner demons as concepts build their hives in the trees

Concepts do not add up to the man in the hospital

Hospital beds are no place to consider your children

Because you cannot talk your children must understand your eyes

Your eyes say wings have entered the room

No matter how much wings beat air will leave the lungs

Lungs are necessary to keep everyone in the room

The room waits for someone to pack the bags

When the bags open the sound of bees takes over

The collective buzz is impossible to forget

Bees do not care if no one wants the honey

No one present thought the sweetness made up for anything