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For Pindar

 

His cloud sits down with him, he
tucks it into his pockets

A swarm of bees landed on his mouth as a baby
They called him honeymouth

 

 


From Claire Gaskin’s collection, a bud.

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This entry was posted in a bud, poems on January 12, 2020 by Claire Gaskin.

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