gliding on wings of a bee
we hover like a copter over our prey
legs laden with a bounty of pollen
using straws to suck their juice
with a sting to mesmerize the posies
we ziz zagged on our route with the loot

thrilled by this joyous ride with the bee
breathless we lied under a leaf
when the rain cleared I pruned her wings
then she took off on our fateful trip
we managed to miss some racquet strings
during a match in US Open
laughing with the crowd as they yelled
then joined in their Mexican wave

In time the sun was down
we made our way out of town
to a place with hexagonal walls
hanging by a tree in my orchard

the bee was welcomed by her queen
I was cuffed and sent to quarantine
I was searched for my identity
knowing that I wasn't their native
they screamed and pulled out their stings
the Queen bee stepped in to my side
told me in consoling voice
"we're not a sanctuary state of late
there's no place for dreamers any more
so go back to a place of honor
before we treat you like a thief
because of a crooked belief"

my friend bee had tears in her eyes
I thanked her for a dream like ride
she escorted me to the immigration gate
saying "sorry I couldn't save you my mate"