Somebody planted flowers
in the clouds. They bloomedlike fine sunrises. In squadrons
bees took off from every land
to fly up there. Later in the season,
bee hives rose like temples.
Honey drizzled down on us.
Sweet rain. Was it sticky,
golden brown, and sweet?
Was it problematic? Oh,
yes, oh yes it was indeed.
hans ostrom 2025
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