Daniel E Haislet

People
who don’t understand
each other
can only say
enough to make
things worse
Or I might say
the woman
whose hair
was made
from fallen leaves
could not love
the man
with bees
for fingertips
A barn door closes
Some leaves jump out
Some bees fly in
Don’t all men
have bees
for fingertips
she would ask
Shouldn’t you
be more like
a flower
He would respond