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im pressed down on the grasses

watching bees leave the garden

flying south east

up the wall of Ivy and over the slope

of rooftops

 

the wind is stroking the wall

i can see the patterns emerging

racing like schools of reef fish

green and lively

 

bees one at a time

bouncing in the currents

like skipping stones

 

back to the hive

their queen

their purpose

 

the grass is cool

the soil soft

i could be here forever

as the sky turns from

blue to orchid

 

im still here when

the first stars emerge

from their deep cocoon

and flicker their silver

wings in the evening air

 

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