Poetry, pollen & presumption

Honey is honey, loads of wild flowers and herbs-
pollen to excuse the crystallization.
Eat it on warm fresh bread with loads of cold butter.


If you knew my friend Natassa from Greece, you might think, as did I, that what she wrote above in an email was an odd expression of her love for me, perhaps a hidden, sweet message. But only days after reading it did I realize, it was her response to an email I'd sent asking her to translate the back of a honey jar that was written in Greek.