temporary smoke screen

the bees are coming
i know, i can hear
menacing hum of busy wings
they rule our lives

dawn arrives soon
but i must find him
he ran out lastnight
after i said he could play
by the water
and i have to find him
before the sun comes up
before the bees…

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About Kary

I write many things, prose, poems, prose, flash fiction, and novels. I've always loved the free form poem, and practice it most often. Feedback welcome. View all posts by Kary

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