by Hoa Nguyen
Swell you can dream more the earth
swells seeds pop
I glance at the prize
eyes closed in the glancing
It’s not a time to run
I wear soft shoes
and it took a long time
to walk here
Insects nudge me in my dreams
like the 5 honey bees plus
the strange one
Intelligent bee glances buzzing
to say Let me out The fake
lights confuse us
confuses the source
Worker bee buzzed my neck
directly me not turning off
lamps fast enough
Please
just open the door
to the sun.
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2011, Hoa Nguyen
Last updated August 29, 2017