grandmother’s nose

here’s where I’ll go when the water rises.
that or sitting tall on the roof.

fold me in.   bees will remember home.
there, there’s grandma’s nose.

you remember when.
wax wings, all they could eat.

call those berries, feast.

that’s how we came to bloom.

all of us.    everyone.

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