I am sitting in the garden,
listening to 'Recurring',
the atmosphere relaxing,
the Sun - Earth now October-tilting -
gently shining,
when all of a sudden
my attention is snatched
by the snuffling of a bee
in the lavender bush.
I realise there are things
whose beauty
will always be beyond me,
like the rose
was beyond Bukowski.
I let the feeling
pass through me:
it goes.
Peace comes.
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