Downstairs on the main
floor of the college
library there are
hundreds of worker
bees posing as students.
Masquerading.
I know they are
bees because I hear
their buzzing, the buzzing
I thought for years came from
those overhead flourescent
lights that hang there
shaking the air
with sound waves.
It's not just the
buzzing that gives
them away, but
the fact that they
are moving about so
quickly and so
worker-bee-like.
You know how they
move about hurriedly
with what seems to
be nervous anticipation
they will be observed
doing something wrong.
That kind of ever
present-Queen-threat.
Besides, where else
would worker bees
go on such a horridly
wet and constantly
raining day like
this. It's just that
I don't know where
they get or how they
carry about such heavy
and realistic costumes.
5 October 1995
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