Sunday, February 26, 2012

The Bees

This is that time
When you stay where
You are and where
You wait in that line.

You get all those clouds
You understand this blank
Wafting, swirling sensation
Within and without.

You've stopped creating
Because you aren't being harvested,
Subdued and not sorry,
Unwilling to stop yourself.

For stopping isn't what I need to do.
'Stop' is what nature would say.
What I do is use the smoke
To keep the bees at bay.

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