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Falling Asleep in the Garden
By David Wagoner All day the bees have come to the garden. They hover, swivel in arcs and, whirling, light On stamens heavy with pollen, probe and revel Inside the yellow and red starbursts of dahlias Or cling to lobelia’s blue-white mouths Or climb the speckled trumpets of foxgloves. My restless eyes follow their restlessness…
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