XXVII

Edward Gates
From:   Heart's Cupboard.

when the guest leaves there
is never enough light left

my cup runneth over        the harvest returns
old leaves swirl new life into the ground

desire holds and the cluster of bees
follows the honey stored in the hive

be patient sisters        it took
fourteen years to cure this wine

the final solution        the cutting of old
ties        a dry spring for a heavy load

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