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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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