Tells me she has four hives already,
a good start,
and she’s been planting manuka
up and down the valley; says she dreams
of a hundred stonkin’ little hives
hidden there, primed to discharge
a barrage
of bees. Their lazy hum will ruffle
the declivity of the valley
and the syrup will seep all the way
down to Te Matuku Bay
and sweeten the sea. A woman like that,
you can understand.
