Painted Honeycomb.

A reason to connect with a future 

the imagery of a tee pee drawn from lens 

of smoking stacks viewed 

from a rushed lined stream of cast memory’s

as it often takes ten Spring bees to make a new season of honey 

one bear moved to ruin the honeycombs 

the skyline a reason to connect with a future

Where you once lay your head under clouds

I see you braid your hair in tangled strawberry beds 

As Stone hands clasp hilt of sword 

imperial wisdom of spring Tumbling along 

& riding out the downs of forget me nots

And furrows along tempered storms

as we watch the sails that Past turning watermills of a 

Revolution and master of the elements.

 

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