Honey beads up in its combs Honey combs his short summer hair Honey runs thick in heat like this Honey runs for miles on County Route Eight Honey-bees cling to our window screens Honey shut the screen-door when he smelled rain Honeysuckles grew on the side of our road Honey had a roadmap open on his knee Honey-bees know when the summer is ending Honey will wait out by the car for me