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Honeybee Crawling on the Ode
Roger Camp
This canvas lounge
contains my lizard legs
basking in the sun.
In my dreams
for ever panting
for ever young.
A sylvan suburb
no substitute
for great works
as a drone bumbles
across the page
of on a Grecian Urn.
Legs tumescent with pollen,
it tracks golden sex
on marmoreal men
and maidens equally.
When this stumblebum
beelines to visit
other than Attic shapes
its legs bear home gold,
gold barelegged to comb.
Roger Camp lives in Seal Beach, CA, USA where he muses over his orchids, walks the pier, plays blues piano and spends afternoons reading under an Angel's Trumpet with a charm of hummingbirds. When he's not at home, he's photographing in the Old World. His work has appeared in Pank, Rust+Moth, Gulf Coast, Southern Poetry Review and Nimrod.
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