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In the Garden

July 12, 2016

And while my outer world comes unraveled
With hate and confusion and fear of the other

At my left elbow barely eight inches away
The bees are fumbling the mint blossoms:

Yellow and black bumbles
Slender tiger yellows
Black bees no bigger than a wink

And a lone white delicate moth

Going about their business
With the tender purple blossoms

Intent only on the sweetness of life.