Observation On A Worker Bee Morning
Monday morning
and the neighbors are all gone.
Their parking spaces
behind the apartment are empty.
In the courtyard
our lions
hide in the urban savannah,
their furred faces
recalling lineage.
It is sweet,
warm
and burning
bright.
It is as beautiful as
it should be.
It is as beautiful as
it always is
whether or not
we ever notice.
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