Green Bees In Oz

green bees in oz
I thought of that one april dawn
or just because

while wondering at my table
no moonlight coming in
the residents restless in the hallways.

there must have been
green bees in oz.
maybe you think what an odd

subject for a poem
Frank Baum wouldnt think so.
and he was the real man behind the

curtain who failed at chicken farming
and in furnishing his emporium out
with too many beautiful not useful items.

like pitch forks and hay balers.

Oz was beautiful. Useful too.
useful too is dreaming about
green bees in oz.

not fighting for any causea but the imagination free
and open in the Kansas dust and floating beyond
where dreams chip rust

in the once upon in search of green honey

and really, really not for money.

mary angela douglas 7 april 2020

poem for an upcoming book: green cherry on top