when the church bells ring

all of the angels sing


a funeral in the

warm spring

encourages tragedy

to sing

when the bee

touches the finger

it dies with the sting

death likes to hide

beneath the

blue jay’s wing

and dares to come out

in the sweet, warm spring






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