In the Back YardButterflies are rife out on the Russian sage,
And bees are, too. The sun, today not quite
So fierce, is held in check by gentle breezes.
This place, blessedly apart from those whose
Names are better known, is quiet, seen,
But undisturbed, by one old primate
Of that species, which, more often, cannot
Stand to leave things undisturbed.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-07-30 at 21:08
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