LEONARD GONTAREK
Study/Bees
Sound of rain, room catching fire. When speaking with a woman
you should get close enough to breathe her perfume, as I have.
Vague trees, coiled gauze. I must know more than I let on.
September. Orange elms bleeding bees. White gull unscrolls.
Gold clasp catches in throat. Laden with autumn, summer water,
black leaves on leaves. The lake pearls & I swim to you. ![](../../images/bug_print.gif)
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