William Michaelian

Poems, Notes, and Drawings

Sunflower Bees

The bees in the sunflowers don’t mind us near.

And why would we curse or bother them?

There’s enough anger and fear in the world.

We ask instead: what else might we offer them?

And their reply is sweet: if not peace now, when?


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