Taxi

Taxis gather
where customers
congregate gather.

Cars comb curb cells
clocked homeless
empty honey cells.

Stands collective
mobile strategic hives
passerby may hire.

As the bee
is to the flower.
So taxis are
to the customer.

Like bees
to honey
are taxis
to money.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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