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          Middlebury Bee Man Dies
          By Lyn Lifshin

          as the geese start to leave,
          orchards sagging. The
          wind near our old stucco
          house two streets away,
          steaming with apples.
          The bees go on, the
          geese remember iced
          ponds. When I slept in
          the top room with grey
          painted boards I heard
          horses, could smell
          honey in the clover wind
          as the bee man walked
          thru the hives, bees on
          his fingers, the moon's
          lemon light on their wings


          © Copyright 2004, Lyn Lifshin, All Rights Reserved.




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