Turning

When the hive fell the bees flew off. The sounds grew confused and the steps broke into one another - the venoms and the nectars were swallowed a dizziness of swift, reckless dances began - heaps of dead bees the dry cells filled the fallen hive was lost amid the dust and the cycles of repulsion and attraction turned. In the noon sun around the stump of a willow the smell of wax spread...