The Queen Bee

YOU awake in the night
will never be againyou are as nothing
of night and suspended

you lie staring into the dark,

the subconscioushaving slept,

is clear.

I do not know what woke me.
outside my window
their voices
drugged moment I lay staring into the dark.

hyacinths--pink and purple--the firelight

living, all of them, hardly noticed then. We forgot--
gone forever,miracles vested with radiance

"What am I doing here?
There was
no place for me anywhere.

belonging nowhere.

"I found it on a snowdrift


Meredith Stricker

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