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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