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Collected Poetry

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Diesel Eddy  

Book three of impromptu trilogy.

  Alchemy


Just how often can one expect
to have a chance meeting with a beekeeper
in a grassy sweep on an oak-studded hillside
during a glorious day in middle May

where the light catches through the netting
like gold flakes in his brown eyes
and the lilac is a strong distraction
as are the poppies and the wild rose—

as are his words which seem so much
like an interior voice suggesting that today
the other path might better suit our walk
as the bees are working a bank of clover

and the general attitude of all involved is that
the one thing seen truly is only seen that once.



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