A bee, a barn, a dancer in my dreams.
What more to pollinate the flowering of
my thoughts today?
Perhaps a resurrection in the brain still
lingering from yesterday, years ago.
What was I thinking?
Earl! That’s it! How could I ever forget.
Nothing makes a lot of sense until it happens.
And even then…
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Chris Hanch 10-2-2020
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