No matter how sweet the pollen
gathered on their daily runs,
and then redistributed across
the floral continuum,
the honey of robobees
still tastes of oil and algorithms.
A niche commodity, for sure—
but not even upscale bot marketplaces
can keep it in stock.
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Robert Borski is a retired state employee and lives in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. Though he did not start writing poetry until well into his sixth decade, he has had nearly four hundred of his poems published and in such venues as Asimov’s, Dreams and Nightmares, Star*Line, and Strange Horizons. Two collections of his poetry remain available: Blood Wallah and Carpe Noctem. |