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from Ordinary Work

Kathleen Jesme

3. Bee Counting

Central Park old beech trees begin to lose
their form

copper almost gold

the air turns sweet
bees panic

a day of sudden rain ends
the angle of the sun
along the shadowline:

a bowl tipped
on its side


Light seams down between the two darks

they play
at hiding each other: it becomes familiar

Listen, how we absorb the words
of immigrants

them up

in this way all the world’s language
becomes yarn

Kathleen Jesme

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