the skin of a bumble
bee is 1,000 year old spider web
fuzz, stroke it,
coax it,
“come back”
to this
taut trembling hand.
(was there a time when we
spent all day with flowers and bees?
a time of gentle buzz
yellow sweaters, big sun?)
how to coax him back
how I wish I could stroke his skin
just one more time.
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