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Nesting Instinct of Women (Free verse) by Dovina Inside the hive a virgin worker lies
bent head and folded wings
sealed within her quiet cell
until awakened from larval sleep
by caress and beating
of her sisters' wings
She fears to leave behind
the fixed prismatic form
hesitates at the void of space
the brilliant outdoor color
and shrinks from loneliness of light
Duty draws her from the nest
wind twists her from the course
but she knows she can return
to familiar smell of honeycomb
where her sisters work
and others wait to be born
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