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Friday, July 15, 2011

The Bee-Eaters

deer eat flowers
in town when they can

bees stumble stem to stem
all things in ecstasy

me, I paint my toenails brown, fingertips gold
take the kinks from a rubber hose

water the three front trees
so the breeze won't rattle the dry oak leaves

see it's time to visit the cabin by the lake
but with my heart broke I can't do it

there's no bees in the boxes
they've flown away

seems the buzz doesn't need the hive
they see through the smoke

one last time their feelers talk
and then goodbye


2011

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