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National Poetry Month



       (The image is of the Poet Tree in the Edith J. Carrier Arboretum at JMU.)

Poem of the day. . .


The Beehive

By Kayla Runion


In my dream we were alive
in the fifties.
You were clean shaven,
black-and-white-television polite,
and taking me to the school dance.
You went into the garage for your father’s car,
the car you waxed that morning,
the white noise of your voice
warning, “Stay here. A lady should
not be away from the sunlight.”

Standing in the square yard, it was not
the heat of the sun that made me blush
but that word,
and I stayed that way
wrist to wrist
knee to knee
ankle to ankle.
A perfect FCC-approved date.

Even when the bees,
the honey and the
bumble and the
sweat bees, the
wasps and the
hornets landed on my dress
I stayed a lady.

Before you backed
the car out of the garage
the bees made of my body their
all American hive.