I can smell antibiotics flooding
out my pores the animals look
frightened testing at the air
food
acquires new metal the painkillers
are silent seeping warm across
these shoulders tired of bearing
the weight of
microscopic things
remind me again what species
runs the show and I will take you
to the frail flowers yellow besieged
by bees in the honey home we sit
Dear Kerri, it seems the bees are speaking to us both today.
ReplyDeleteIndeed their voices are deservedly loud, dear friend.
DeleteLove your work Kerri.
ReplyDeleteIt's mutual Clark, x
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