The Pear Tree

My backyard was a warzone
in early summer

false fruits
fell open but were filled
with buzzing
sweet loving bees

I feared them
when I was small,
I never knew I was one of them
(bees can fly further
with rest between)

I cannot forget all of
any of my homes

mismatch furniture and
scorched walls adorn
my memory forever

I build on, travel still
taking rests here
or there then
move along

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