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a walk from the mailbox

I want to be

the bee that I see

on the small purple flower.

So many eyes, until

there are no others.

a breath and a buzz and a dip.

Nothing left,

but little lessons for

drawing Love's gauge.

stepping light,

cleaning wings,

moments and more

and more.

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keith-ren

American

Published: Mar 20, 2014
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