SillyBee Singing

What Matters








In this world
constrained
by the uneven hands
of a sleepless dome:



Though I’m not from Seattle,
I have to left-rest palm–
to get it right:
Time is not
so powerful
at all.






For this thing
in me,
ordains the clock
to take its course:



An audacious wish
to come
wherever I go,
foolish heart paints
a corolla
has grown.






In every sunshine,
and for each drop of rain
that falls:
It grows
a hundredfold.






In defiance
to let summer go,
SillyBee singing:
“What matters most”
is that
I have loved
at all.








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