bees and flies

The bee 
comes 
to the flower--
doesn't know size

from nothing,
doesn't realize 

up versus down,
doesn't contemplate

-air-
-speed-
-velocity.

A soft petal, the sun, a warm breeze,
honey, pollen and trees--

these are bees
as 
eyes are flies

buzzing in
                  and out
of my head.

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