morning trickles out
a puddle of honey
catching me mid-stream
in thick amber musings
somewhere a clock ticks
on and on and on
like the buzz of a bee
hovering above the rose
time levels all traps
both the fierce and the sweet ones
until we swim dance or simply
slide to another place
3 comments:
Robin, this is one of your best!
thank you, Matt. That means a lot coming from you!!
Robin, thank you for turning me onto your poetry blog! Wonderful work. I am in awe.
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