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Counting Bee’s


Clover is my blanket, my green velvet picnic….

cool on my body,

the sun is high,

the lighting lush on this infinite musical….

this supreme merging….

I AM all that is, spinning through the colour wheel!


is my waterfall,

my rainbow,

my abstract, figurative, contemporary, enthused with optimism!

Bee’s are multiplying,

my glass is full.