the bees of bruges

February 15, 2007

I didn’t see him when he first came
unspoken,
he crept in like winter. Suddenly,
the heart
burst open, an in-chanting
chorus,
a blizzard of bees in december.

1483 Caxton Golden Leg. 208b/2
(72 hours)

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