Behold the beaming
city viewed from a rooftop
terrace after dark.
This same city
some claim burned
to the ground.
Behold the breeze
that hints
of other seasons.
And branches—nature’s
fallen soldiers scattered
across this city.
Storms define this summer.
Behold bees as they hover
around evergreen debris.
They know something.
They always
know something.
A bolted bench
stands in
what has become
another crook in the lake.
Behold. Everything
about this moment
is bent, not
broken.
And that’s the point.
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Night & Day Poems of Amy Nash 
Hey Amy, This one really spoke to me, brightened my day. Thank you! Hope all’s well! Good out here.PeterSent from my iPhone
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Thanks, Peter! Doing well here. I hope you are too. Enjoy the next leg of your book tour.
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Nice one, Amy! I love how you use the repetition of the letter “b” throughout — like a whole-poem alliteration, and also the idea of the innate wisdom of the bees. Recently just beyond our large apple tree, a hive of ground-nesting bees was scraped out royally — a bear, I presume, seeking their larvae. When I discovered them, they were diligently repairing their nest. The scrape is still there, but so are the bees. 🙂
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Thank you, Camilla. I love their resilience.
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