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Our Minds buzz like bees 
but not the bees' minds. 
It's just wings not heart 
they say, moving from flower to flower. 


37 


Beware, o wanderer, the road is walking too, 
said Rilke one day to no one in particular 
as good poets address the six directions. 
If you can't bow, you're dead meat. You'll break 
like uncooked spaghetti. Listen to the gods. 
They're shouting in your ear every second 


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Not here and now but now and here. 
If you don't know the difference 
is a matter of life and death, get down 
naked on bare knees in the snow 
and study the ticking of your watch.