"dazzle gradually"

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Polly Alice

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Honeycomb


When it’s quiet enough
the night cooks light
low into a dark syrup,

When it’s dark enough
the sun sleeps like a round cheeked 
Blues musician.

Me, my mind whirls with the wonder of words
honeycombed—

You tell me to
go to sleep.

I am a cricket chirping
under the corner
of the garden wall,

Don’t you smell it—
the first frost?

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