Writing 21

The bees all morning contemplate how slow things are
and hover off above the hills, in Rafi's thoughts.
Those bees, thinks Rafi slowly, move their minds like mud.

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Rafi all morning moves his things around the floor,
the thought-up things he sits alone and contemplates.
A bee comes by. The hills emerge through drifts of cloud.

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What Hannah has Liat has and what Hannah has
some mornings in the hills in terracotta bowls
is apple-coloured melon-halves she eats with glee.

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The holes below the hills are full of sleeping bees
and Rafi hovers off alone as sunlight falls,
Liat says, Hannah says. A cloud comes slowly by.

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The bees suppose a fondness for the sunlight hills
the sunlit melons roll around. The sunlight curves
like bubbling mud, Liat supposes Hannah says.
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