Queen of bee

Whenever I go to see
You end up staring at me –
with your marbled eye
The queen of bee
Oh I see
It’s you beside me
Hiving honey and
Buzzing around me
With a list for grocery.

I ended up staring at you – too,
I looked upward in the sky,
I looked downward and start to fly,
I flew far farther with the list to North
From wide wider East to West.
Honey of red flowers is different
Than that of blue flowers, so alike
Honey of yellow flowers is different
Than that of Neel Konthi flowers.
High above the Adirondack in the month of July. We fly together entangled.