The honey bees’ exile
          Is almost complete.
You can carry

them from hive
          to hive, the child thought
& that is what

he tried, walking
          with them thronging
between his pressed palms.

Let him be right.
          Let the gods look away
as always. Let this boy

who carries the entire
          actual, whirring
world in his calm

unwashed hands.
          barely walking, bear
us all there

buzzing, unstung.


Kevin Young

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