Bees Poem by Rae Armantrout

Bees



If not being (something)
is the same as being,

then I will live forever.



Round shadow inside
the sunflower's

corona.




If I lived forever
would the present's noose

be looser?




Moon shadow
made of angry bees,

confined. Come in.

Thursday, October 12, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: bees
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Rae Armantrout

Rae Armantrout

Vallejo, California / United States
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