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The woman sits on the bench
in the field of clover and watches
the bumblebees clamber
 
from flower to flower. What goes on 
goes on all around her. Something
inside her is infinitely still. 
 
It invites her to enter. 
In this moment, 
everything is door.
 
She is both clover and bee, 
both air and wings.
She is what is still
 
and all that is moving. 
Is one who is sung
and one who sings. 

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from sweet nectar
and bitter pollen
all the honey

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One Rev



 
 
roar of the highway
beside it in an evening primrose
a bee, thunderous

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Innocent Bystander

Stirring inside the barely
open flower, the bee
dances his legs
in the golden
pollen, his whole
body trembles against
the core until he is wading
in gold, he is covered,
he glitters and I
become fully
flower.

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