I made incomplete love to a mood
To an expression of my intensity
Hanging like an empty hive
Until the queen returned
To dance the rites
She represented
The sound of the all but
Empty chamber echoing
Making no impression
On the man who raked the leaves.
It looked not at all like
A permanent romance or a
Revelation scaled of
A man amidst ideas
Or for that matter a frozen
Hive hung to buzz imperceptibly
Oscillating in the wood
I’m sure it did not
For he gestured and said
What is that thing doing there?
It took three deft
Hooks from the rake.
I know it happened
Efficiently and practically
Without a thought
I witnessed it.
I did it.
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