Searching for the Known

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Does the bee have a favoured bloom

In its garden’s bouquet

One it rests on longer

Savouring its feel, tasting

Sweet pollen sprinkled nectar

Before fleeting off to sample

Lesser buds, only to return

Searching seas of yellow, red and green

For that face, that smile

For another dab of unbound desire

Panic in flight when it loses

Sight, smell, taste of its love

The relief within, when found

Alighting on petals, soft known ground

Sanctuary, asylum, haven, home

Gardens of cement, rock stone

Surround us, lost bees,

Numbed by time, searching

For once familiar ground known,

Drifting now futile, alone

Unfound, sanctuary, asylum, haven, home

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