a tickle of bees their buzz fuzz tenderness vulnerability
wrapped in barbed wire the high-flying drone no-flies zone
early summer when stones lose their gravity worldly heft
left to breaking daisies broken ground the sun mad with
wisteria madness of our noses full of honeysuckle snuff
the stuff of naked skin white as orchids burning in the sun
spying on us like chasing ants with a magnifying glass lens
we run faster than clouds faster than rain faster than kudzu
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qbit 
You are fast company to be sure, qbit!
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Faster than kudzu is pretty damn fast!!!
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I love the bees’ “buzz fuzz tenderness”…..and the speed of clouds, rain and kudzu. I could feel the summer heat and could almost smell the wisteria and honeysuckle.
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