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Poem Without Bees
A sound like uzz
flattens in a sleepy zzz.
 
Something’s missing
you can’t put your finger on:
lue-ell, uddleia, leeding heart.
 
Look at it like this:
lack and yellow.
 
Reakfast is toast,
unuttered,
sweetness squandered.
 
How soon reath stiffens  –
wreath’s rictus.