Friday, March 8, 2013

Asylum Walk (63)

The bee shoulders its burly body down into the rose, pushing deeper and deeper into the petals until it disappears from view.

No one passing the still flower could guess at the furious activity within.

Red velvet folds, glowing in the sun...but the place where the nectar pools is black.

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