Bees and Water Lilies

Water lilies have surfaced again -
the bee finds the sun's fire on the white flowers.

Glowing pollen cups,
the bee soaks up the flower's heat
shakes the dust.

Bee hives are hot to touch -
the eggs half-cooked, the grubs half-mad
with the pine smell of the cooking hive.

The water lilies' golden dust
is melted for the insane grubs.
Their skins have boiled to an ultraviolet
lily white.

In the dark pine hive there's a night club crush
where dancing always means something
and hours of pollen are lost in seconds.

Under roasting feet
the lily skins of grubs
dissolve in honey -
become feelers and fake fur with wings.

Lily leaves are cracked by the sun's fire
the bees chase floating petals between the leaves -
scoop up the last of their dust and heat.