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Jan 2017
I pass my heart into the nebulaΒ Β 
Expectant --- but of what?
The password is too easily guessed.
Afraid, I clutch my hands

Does the traveler have the privilege of entry?
Does the bee have sojourn
In the inn of the flower?

I ask.
John E Harrington
Written by
John E Harrington  San Diego
(San Diego)   
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