a golden river that does not sting
a sweetness that clings to nothing
a bear-shaped ghost
a factory breath
a cornfield’s final exhalation
this is not honey
this is slow light
this is liquid gold that never knew a bee
that never touched a wing
never trembled on a comb
......
a golden river that does not sting
a sweetness that clings to nothing
a bear-shaped ghost
a factory breath
a cornfield’s final exhalation
this is not honey
this is slow light
this is liquid gold that never knew a bee
that never touched a wing
never trembled on a comb
......