--- T O M   D E V A N E Y

                              for Hope Ginsberg

The woman's face is covered in a growing bee beard. 
She's standing in boxed-in space, not exactly still, moving 
 	with the friendly jerk of a Super 8;
The performance art of an old farmer.  
Despite a Politics that must be aware of the threatened bee population-
	Odd swarm, asexual attraction; 
The grace, control not to scratch her head, or break out in song. 
Nevertheless, she is signing a silent version of what turns out to be: 
	"The Sunny Side of The Street."
Imagining the proud showmanship of her voice, 
	the fragrant charm of a Flapper: 
"Just direct your feet, to the sunny side of the street."
Generous, tender, crude human hive, face open to, mind full of the noiseless, 
	endless poetry of May bees singing.