Wednesday, December 17, 2014

High Noon at the Oasis

These voices might as well be bees
Beside me, the bees beside me
Voices. I'm drowsy from choosing
One inevitable escape
From these plaintive murmurs humming
Like calendars, like bicyclists
Busy on bended knees. Life is;
Life isn't. Sun. Peace. These. These. These.

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