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On Bees and Sea Creatures.
A labor of love
Of compulsion
Why does this bee land here?
Shining opalescent
--expose your brittle star.
Each thin, reaching, deliberate arm
Into nostrils, ears, tear ducts.
Each rough, snaking, desperate arm
Blindly, but fervently
Stretched and examining
With those thousand circular senses
A saltwet nook.
Even a hand on each of these six legs
Would leave her short-changed.
Wings are useless in a reef,
and what good is sight in seawater?
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