Bee Balm

Not bee balm, but there IS a bee! photo by author

at a bed and breakfast in the Catskills,
lost somewhere between 1985
and a lump of sorrow in the throat,
there it was on the plate:
little edible pink petals,
next to the fresh scrambled eggs:

local cluckers and garden bounty
served by a man who
drifted through time
and opened his house
to the likes of us: two idiots
who later came back with
a baby and then later
had no more laters together

I don’t remember: how did
it taste? The eggs were a little
bit of heaven fluff
whipped and forced into service,
but the chickens seemed happy,
and the garden outlasted
what was promised to be forever

Thank you for reading!

Published by amyjasek

Film photographer, mother, positively passionate about life in general, Texan : )

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