Wednesday, March 25, 2009

the bee

The bee was drowing in the sea
I was afraid of being stung
the bee was drowing in the sea
I want to keep bees
I couldn't abandone the bee
The bee was drowing in the sea
I was afraid of being stung
The bee was drowing in the sea
I picked up the bee
with my shorts - spread between my two hands
I walked the bee to the beach
and to a leaf
from which, relief
The bee
as if greatful to me
-does it understand-
it lives
the bee lives

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