Spring '13 TOC
Curious bee lands 3.2 on the back of my cradling hand,
The bee locked eyes, all those multi-mirrored optics,
Undivided attention all around;
He bestowed a butterfly kiss,
Fascination like a one-night stand,
No fear, no anger, no threat;
Hovering like a helicopter,
Not the blossom he expected,
Still he left a memory on my pillow.
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