We said
we could not believe it was the end of may
there were even signs up
that said "bees" with
ferocious enlarged depictions
of the enemy.
and I
feel weight on my chest
and my stomach tightens up
at the impossible truth
i cannot know tomorrow

if there was more to me
the sky might send down
trucks to bring the excess up
but we are gnats on the fingernail of the universe

and as the trees are encroached by
the creeping sidewalk
and the hedges tangle powerpoles echoing
"we will overcome"
I feel the truth

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