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Returning to Michigan’s Woods, the Author Makes a Discovery

Rusted car, you are a colony
of bees. Colony as in not belong
here, blooming
under dogwood branches.
Buzzing thrive
in a mountain of skinned blackberry,
swarm
set in your leather with a song,
broken-seeming stinging-honey, how
have you been my mirror
every day
of my feral life?

Returning to Michigan’s Woods, the Author Makes a Discovery

Rusted car, you are a colony
of bees. Colony as in not belong
here, blooming
under dogwood branches.
Buzzing thrive
in a mountain of skinned blackberry,
swarm
set in your leather with a song,
broken-seeming stinging-honey, how
have you been my mirror
every day
of my feral life?

Sara Brickman, 29

Seattle

 
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