last on (our) dying lips
when
we have killed all the bees
and there are no circles
left in which
to live
we’ll
have fake food
a while
and
then
the last
words might be I love you
said to someone
though there’s
only a dry
Earth
all around
and
the only one to hear be weeping there
and so not unhear
and would not anyway
have
believed
c l couch
for World Bee Day
(21 May)
photo by Aaron Burden on Unsplash
“Bee in a Purple Field”
clcouch123
I prefer Christopher in conversation. In writing, I use C L Couch because it’s a genderless form of my name and, frankly, easier—I have severe writer’s cramp. I mean to be a poet writing spiritual and occasional verse. The photographs used permanently here—for the banner, for my profile—were taken by Debra Danielson, a photographer and friend. You may enjoy more of her work at debra.danielson.org. If you would credit me when quoting my work, I'd be thankful. As I am thankful for your presence here.
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