The nursing home lobby door

Has an alarm

And guard but this morning

Wheelchairs glide in the vicinity

Bees hovering a sugar source

In a waltz or Samba of desire

One with gloves and stocking cap

On his way to dialysis

As long as he wants to keep going

A bee with options.

By the Stream by Paul Laurence Dunbar

By the stream I dream in calm delight, and watch as in a glass,

How the clouds like crowds of snowy-hued and white-robed maidens pass,

And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles as it spreads,

Like a host of armored knights with silver helmets on their heads.

And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human life may go,

For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet but shallows show,

And a soul may glow with myriad lights and wondrous mysteries,

When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors what it sees

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