you can get lost
in an amber jar of honey.
holding it just so in the morning
light.
a world unto itself.
the thick
wobble of it all.
the color, the way it
slowly
goes
from side to side,
majestically thick.
a bee's life and work
caught inside.
and when opened, touched
with a finger,
then taken to your lips
you go even further into
that world,
a place that wonderfully
exists.
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