I wake beside your name—
half in snore, half without
the curling interpretation of window time
patters down from the Mountains.

And in the hushed dew of the dawn pines
the lone, sleepy bee heads forth from hive
to seek the outdoors.

Mingling together, the mountain and the bee,
pollen falls in thick droves
from the heavy clouds.

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