Someplace for Queens by Cynthia Sidrane

If you sit long enough

On the granite boulder

At the edge of town,

Gazing into desert spaces

Between compass cactus

And owl's clover,

Baileya and brittle bush,

You might notice a few bees pausing

Over yellow creosote blossoms.

Perhaps you'll see them flit away

All at once, or each in its own time,

Etching a path only they can follow

On the low blue sky to a hive

Hidden in a lone mesquite

Where their queen sits on her throne

Combed with amber honey.

Cynthia Sidrane, Arizona, USA