Honey, I hear tell,

is full of healing graces

Ancient Egyptians & Greeks

used it as a potent antiseptic:

its enzymes combining with the

blood’s serum to form natural

hydrogen peroxide  


All this I learned

on The Splendid Table

as I was driving home from

Mill Creek where I visited

a 92 year old Texan with

all but a few bullets in

his holster missing


I was thinking:

when I’m 92 [or 72!]

will you just cover me

with honey from the rock?

Cover me all over with

your sweet comfort

of morning dew?


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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5 Responses to Honey`from`the`Rock

  1. Morgan says:

    It is entirely astonishing what we we do for a little suga! :)


  2. I’d hope somebody puts more bullets in my belt


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