No perfect document,
no parchment without pinholes
to fill with fresh details:
how skunks call-out honeybees at night
by scratching at the door, decimate hives,
keep tongues unstung. Another wonder
that may be otherwise worthless
information to the human herd
headed-off into Magicland
all expenses paid, one-way
or another. I am content to wave
‘Goodbye’ as they head West,
following sundowns, mesmerized
like bees in-line
out into the dark bellies of skunks.
for Gabe and Frank
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