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The Security Of Fat Buds Opening

Copyright ©2012 Mary Susannah Robbins

Smashwords Edition

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Sweet as a thundercloud,

Still as the stamens of glowing flowers,

Un reachable as high, ripe apples,

You absorb yourself with honey-thoughts.

Your words sing out like bees

In octagonal combs, revving before their long

Directed journey.

I am an octagonal cell

Your speech inhabits. As you move

My intricate stability creates

A context for your sound.

You no more question my home-

Likeness than your shirt.

Bees sting.

Here am I, grey and cold, warm and gold,

As you see me, if your eyes

Have not lost their close vision

In journeys to inland mountains.

Here am I, stung, filled, moving

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