Single veteran knuckle,
A bumblebee rapped
against my bathroom window.
With my hand flat against the glass
in recognition of his long tour and fallen kin
he traced to the south the first spring sun,
whereupon a cubit of my sodden hair flamed
with pollen of impossible angles.
Oct 22, 2011
Oct 22, 2011 at 6:51 AM UTC
Single veteran knuckle,
A bumblebee rapped
against my bathroom window.
With my hand flat against the glass
in recognition of his long tour and fallen kin
he traced to the south the first spring sun,
whereupon a cubit of my sodden hair flamed
with pollen of impossible angles.
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