- Libbie
City of Bees
In a late golden light
I heard the song
and found the city—
tower and shadow—
rising from the ground.
The summer was lively,
insistent,
though our world held itself
motionless
and quiet,
every word held back
and waiting.
I knelt on rock
bare as the faces of tombstones
and felt them,
busy at their work,
the coming and the going
all around me.
One by one they slipped
into the dark round mouths
of their genius
and went down into
the humming belly of the earth.
Libbie Grant
June 25, 2020