Short pieces in imitation of D H Lawrence

The Beekeeper in Park Slope
The Beekeeper is a kind of Placekeeper
Self-sacrificing sterile worker bees are foraging in public places
In rusty dumpsters
In proximity to rats
The Beekeeper is bereft--will they return?
  Or will they do the robbing dance
It is completely natural

The buzzing in my ears is the message
that they are returning to the Beekeeper
His colors are drawing them
The magnetic fields are drawing them
They circle back, with news of sweet sources
They are home


Family
To raise a child
from complete dependence to human self-reliance
provokes regret for the marching of time
  from girlhood to womanhood from boyhood to manhood
we are still debating
whose child is this

Aging
I am aging
I sat in the bright light today and aimed the mirror into the sun
revealing a wrinkled throat that I knew might be there
I just hadn't looked in a long time
In the same way, I hadn't examined age and its imperatives