All this is mine
The bear-like hairy bee
Circles the flowering
Pomegranate tree
Decisively if not
Quite aerodynamically
He’s like the bumbling cop
Who’s already on to you
For stumbling with your shears
Too close to home
Forgive me I just wanted
To savor your flowers
Standing underneath
Now it's finally arrived
The flesh-colored sky
When I look up through them
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