ApimondiaTen years from now
we will live like bees in hives
swarm round tables with the buzz of our days
warmth to our hearts. We will raise our glasses
to toast Spring's achievements
and eat til we can eat no more.
We will dance until the sun
peeks up over the horizon
and cup sweetness safe in our mouths.
Our large eyes will be beacons in the sky
and our memories will burn like stars
while a fishes' tail swishes high in a lake full of honey.