A FEW POEMS
by Hamilton Salsich ... Mystic, CT, USA
Monday, August 6, 2012
WHITE BUSHES WITH BEES
A plane was rushing across the sky,
parents were shouting in Westerly,
interstates were screaming with cars,
nations were dashing
toward the edges of cliffs,
while out on Shannock Road
a thousand bees were
happy with what they had.
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