The Bee - Poem by Stan Petrovich
In search of something real: to it it is nectar;
When we look for ink, paper and nomenclature;
For ours is a world of representation;
The bee's is a world of satisfaction.
The bee can feed standing still;
Have you ever eaten a dollar bill?
My example is what the pedant calls 'heuristic.'
But it's only the beating of a beat simplistic.
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