A honey bee dances around my head,

searching for something else.

Once, I would have jumped up

waving him away; now,

I shake my head, 

and he floats away,

as I will eventually.  Now

with less time than I’ve had,

there are no new beginnings

just a slow unraveling.

(January 3, 2020)

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