Sonnet with a Line from Wordsworth

This ushered in through a yawn a divide
and to be numbed or to be deadened.

Blistered and in that dawn the bees aligned.
What the bees sang was barely leavened.


Spilled water on the divan and jived,
the far-flung berries reckoned.
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