It's hot today. i hold my hand
Against the yellow dry stone wall
And flicker the crumbling clay
Where the bees have been working.
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More snow just when we were
looking to get on with our lives,
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In my loneliness
I retell myself what I know
that for instance there is a shark
in the North Atlantic
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Sat just before noon drinking coffee on the step
I watched a bee maneuver himself into a small hole
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The world has put itself to sleep
under new sheets
and for awhile we can allow ourselves
to forget a few things,
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The wind in the trees wakes you,
crossing and uncrossing hands
against the wall.
In the corner the spider weaves in darkness
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Look at the moon
skirting the window,
what's he looking for?
A glimpse of you perhaps
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Who tucked the world under
new sheets while we slept?
How loving,
even the cars looks peaceful
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You let go of mystery,
now without thinking about it
you know ghosts don't exist
and whatever else,
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