Mornings
The usual stuff. Sun and leaves
balancing thoughts amid an intense coffee flavor
I relish the colors
the dance and the apparently
universal buzzing - primal sound
maybe an inheritance of divine
language
It's incredible the huge number of insects
flying, working
going their own business
unplanned
we fix our needs, together
Usually there's no problem
bees, dog-bees, hornets
they kiss and suck
I cut, they move on
Today was no exception.
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