Day By Day
A little eye not made by man.
All woman seem to have.
Available to none but honey bees.
Clinging to my window butterflies.
If only screens were made back then,
rewound beyond tomorrow comes.
Voices heard inside my head that said.
Honey sweet the bread is made today.
e.d.
Copyright © James Mclain | Year Posted 2022
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