At home my aimless mind writes poemless lines. Homeless under trees or sky, my lines take aim to fly.
Wednesday, April 10, 2013
Spring's Ephemeral First Love of Bees
I picture kimonos-
poor silk-screened copies
of April's blossoming cherry tree.
These romantic garments
still less delicate than
Spring's ephemeral
first love of bees.
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