Honeybee to pollenless
branch, “try”
the diadem, go “with” before

“Do you see the sky?”
“Do you hear the dogs barking?”

Yes. And yes both.

That is what happened,
that is to say
when I knew it was happening.

Sky the background.
Dogs now stopped.

Keen element of grandeur, limber scissor
for what’s woven. Dead branch
stripped but staying.

What was raked, what burrowed.
Diversions thrown one
by one over the rail,
chimera of thought

Sky cluttered with trees.

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