premonitions of fear reclusive in its presentationfaulty visions I don't like the daysecreted hurt sometimes I doubtmy ability fails me and I'm adriftsanctuary is holding but just barelyinside my sacred place... tremblenot for myself but others who don't have...

She gets a lot of loveIn the heat of the dayBumble bees, butterfliesHoney bees and hover flies Crowd and court herShe is heavy with thirsty bugsWhen the sun finally falls The bees and butterflies Go to bedThe bushels rustle She is left alone Save...