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Monday, June 13, 2016

A Foretaste of Honey

In the gentle June light
Of late afternoon 
Like a dog I stretched out
Amidst the clover’s first bloom
On a carpet thicker and richer in hope
Than any summer afternoon still to come
And there adrift on that sea of clover
I savored a foretaste of honey
Sweeter than honey itself
Sharing the bumblebee's virgin berth
On a voyage just begun

Adrift on the sea of clover

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