Honey Bee


Here I am
On a tall chair slanted,
Back slanted,
head slanted.

There you fly,
Buzzing up there indignant,
A pest indignant,
Quiet, indignant.

Amazing, this calm.
Why is the air filled?
With replaced patterns,
Multitudinous transports;
Joy! Bipedal flight.

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