5/22/13

supplicate

be   a bee   a bee   a bee
sallow air wisp foxhole infiltrates
sting me in my warren
my den, my warm prairie wind
rustle awake stalks
all that remains, foxed bone
buzzing drone
aimed earthward, shape making
yesteryears crops into fallow
gingerbread men
eagerly awaiting
whistle stop signal the ready aim
flames lick wounds clean
thistle cleanse, sweep milo mounds
batten down my whispered thunder roar    a bee   a bee
a bee

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