Ell Bows

I’ve never seen

a baby bee,

well, maybe on TV,

or a chilly bear

bark at candlewax,

when a bucket froze,

to think of thaw

or more a swan,

than icy cloth’d

presume a moth

a January pond,

a fish-hook flown

the evening pole

as postulate,

as moonlight leant

a honeyed glance

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