Womb

A Poem

The bees gather round.
The sand Watches.
The sweat stains liquid rock.

This Life unwinds like parchment,
sprawled out
upon the trees and tenements
and loquacious tongues.

The earth is shivering,
and I can’t shake the image
of bees

Building their nests within a womb.

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