To a Friend, Upon Discovering His Own Moon
pick flowers
drink while nectar flows.
sap is bitter
when stem hardens into wood.
the bumblebee sees not the world
with the petals that surround.
the hive hums with discordant sounds
and empty clamorings.
tomorrow's season is fall.
(28 may 79)
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