her story

her stories went round
and round.
a circus
of thoughts
flying off in all directions.
her mind
was a bee hive
struck with a stick.
each bee a word, an idea
trying to find
it's way
but never
reaching a conclusion.
but she was loved
and made
the best apple pies
this side
of the state.
so you listened and ate
her pie.
went back for seconds.