bee keeper
in the early morning i watch the euhphonic
coins of light in a cloud
and in the evening i watch the one
floating molar wheel the old wood hive
& i hear him call out to me,
astronomer
i watch his giant eyes twirl around the table
and i know that the cornbread is orbitting
the potatoes. i know our children are two bee hives
of moving atoms, and when they speak up hears
sheet music being erased back to the beginning.
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