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[billy]

sometimes you write a poem that belongs to everyone. they can indeed own it, if they read it a few times and make their own images. this poem works on a shitload of levels for me. no real feedback to offer, the turning on a dime while extremely cliched is the best phrase of the poem. it directs the reader and creates an excellent image of change on more than a couple of levels, as does the image rich sexing of bee and flower.