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A New Days Dawn by `x-horizon
The Messenger The sun, filtered to clotted cream yoghurt through early morning haze,The Messenger by `AbCat
hasn’t yet dried the grey dew, which I flick with white boots leaving
a ski-trail from the patio to the files of bees, whose murmurs
jog me back to an infant school assembly before the hymn.
My bees, quite used to me, take two squeezes of smoke
in this wet chill to appease their erinaceous slumber,
save one lonely returnee who, heavy with cold
and gossip, alights my held honeycomb
