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Hive
- Kevin Young
The honey bees’ exile
is almost complete.
You can carry
them from hive
to hive, the child thought
& that is what
he tried, walking
with them thronging
between his pressed palms.
Let him be right.
Let the gods look away
as always. Let this boy
who carries the entire
actual, whirring
world in his calm
unwashed hands,
barely walking, bear
us all there
buzzing, unstung.
From: Young, Kevin. (2018). Brown: Poems. New York: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group.
"in his calm unwashed hands."
ReplyDeleteHow I wish.
Thank you for these beautiful thoughts. We need them!
Yes glad you thought so.
DeleteAs usual, you inspire, Mary Ann.Love the print. Says it's untitled. Is it on your site?
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