[Pastoral] [w/a Bee Sting in It & the City of Florence]

—so this thing happened which was no surprise & then

this other thing followed // how else to explain the straight-line nature 
of time so astride it the mind does dizzying things // some of them 
regrettable // some just sunlight w/buzz in them & a flower //
—hey bee // hornet // wasp // whatever you are you can evangelize 
me now // never mind the glacial calving // I’m ready having tiered
a childhood memory—it happened!—to me!—I’ve been stung—I know
you’ll listen—I have a cinematic close-up to share & one or two
of my emotions // —O Transparency here we are now—@the effusion—
I’m in Florence w/another wedge of time & a change of clothes // up early 
because that’s when beggars rise // that old-world claptrap—Ponte Vecchio—lathered w/Mediterranean light // brutal honey // those first thin cries

for euros its hammered gold

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