Curling through hexagons of chain-link fence, tendrils of flowering vine curtain tipping gravestones, whose old-fashioned names are filled in with grey-yellow spatterings of lichen: Ruby, Pearl, Aubrey, Beulah. How still the stone and stories therein. All around, the vine is alive with busy life. Scarlet trumpet flowers lure hummingbirds, who chase off competitors of their own species but impatiently permit honeybees to share. One bee, legs laden with golden pollen, backs out of a blossom as a beak edges its way inward. She zig-zags away home. The stories she will tell her hivemates, and how sweet that honey will be.
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