Back they sputter like the fires of love, the bees to their broken home
Which they're putting together again for dear life, knowing nothing
Of the heart beating under their floorboards, besieged here, seeking
A life of its own. All day their brisk shadows zigzag and flicker
Along a whitewashed gable, trafficking in and out of a hair-crack
Under wooden eaves, where they make a life for themselves that knows
No let-up through hours of exploration and return, their thighs golden
With pollen, their multitudinous eyes stapled to a single purpose:
To make winter safe for their likes, stack-packing the queen's chambers
With sweetness. Later, listen: one warm humming note, their night music.
Untitled: Back They Sputter
Eamon Grennan
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Poem topics: hair, heart, home, music, night, together, winter, dear, single, listen, return, broken, purpose, queen, warm, golden, Valentine's Day, love, I love you, life, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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