Fellow | Poetry
From Keepers 2005As each year the house became more fully a hive:
We thought we smelled their honey; we felt the walls
Warmed by the constant pulse of wings deep
In the plaster.
From Keepers 2005As each year the house became more fully a hive:
We thought we smelled their honey; we felt the walls
Warmed by the constant pulse of wings deep
In the plaster.
