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She Likes Bees

I like bees, she says.
Me too, I say.
Is it because they talk to each other by dancing?
No, she says. It’s not that.
Is it because of their intricate social heirarchies?
No, she says. It’s not that.
Is it because they can use the sun’s position
as a basis for food source triangulation?
No, she says. It’s not that.
Is it because they can fly in defiance of the laws of aerodynamics?
No, she says. And that’s not true, anyway.
Is it the variety of species? The geometry of honeycomb?
The breathtaking logic of the von Frisch experiments?
That seventies movie starring Michael Caine?
No, she says. No. And no. And definitely not.
Then what is it that you like about bees? I ask.
I like bees, she says with a smile,
I like bees because they make flowers.

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