KIMBER
A twisted hybrid of fact and fiction.
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Bug A Boo
Honey bees,
lick the acid from the trees.
I see,
unseen,
scenes.
You feel,
unfair,
phantasm.
Flittering flowers,
flutter away.
Pensive ladybugs,
get snug in their rugs.
Goodbye spring.
Hello cold.
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