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bee & i

Held still, eyes shift from passage/from word to the lure of soft hum, and, darting, they shift from ‘bove to ‘low our bench, tracking eyes as tag and, thinking I no need to keep focused, pops between the planks/the boards and holds, to wait eyes return to book/to hands and, satisfied, they raise to be seen again, a turning of the game, as, now, I, hidden, hold from look, from shift, to see move of next and, they, displeased, lean in hov’ to me and, lightning-knock into, persuading me, a turn toward they and, in play, happy, they return to game ‘neath bench/from sight/to watch response, to measure moves as made or held.

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