#139
Not Being Asleep
I often wonder why I'm me
And neither you nor you.
If I were you and you were me,
You would be the one perplexed,
And I'd be ignorant as a bee
And hardly ever vexed.
bee
Emily D and the bee...
Emily wrote that
"Fame is a bee.
It has a song--
It has a sting--
Ah, too, it has
a wing."
Delightful, poignant. It occurred to me that fame might be defined using another entomological image, one that may be somewhat delightful, but probably not poignant:
Fame is a flea.
It has a poem--
It has a bite--
Ah, but, it has
no flight.