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Bees
Little
engineers
of much that
is sweet,
you tumble
into the stars,
panicles,
and umbles
of our
blossoming
world,
emerging
in yellow
splendor,
caparisoned
in tiny
suns.
Fine fellows
of the humming
universe,
conversant
in generation,
dancing
your nation’s
intelligence
forward
in rumor
and buzz,
forgive us
our trespass
against the great
green earth,
your habitat.
Our kind
can be blind
to just deserts. 
Bees
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