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Published: 2014-05-11 17:26:12 +0000 UTC; Views: 104; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 0
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The wasps built a nest in the eave above my windowa busy, humming abode of paper and venom
and I felt intrusion, my space - my house - my comfort
where are the chemicals
long sticks, daggers, shovels
Thick denim to swat them away as they...
as they..
protected themselves.
Watching them create millimeter and millimeter of mudpaper
I let them
be
and tried to sense what note they hummed and buzzed
because they were doing what they do
and it formed
a shape
and a music
and the wasps danced their dance
and played a tune I could not know
But at least I listened.
And I think I'm better for it.