We didn't speak this morning. Through the silence,
I watched you two look into each others' faces,
the steam from the tea glasses
rose through the air like ghosts.
Outside, stones within the mountainsides
rise and fall in the red rock form.
I think of Ouroboros,
the snake that swam through time,
eating its tail, choking on its words.
Behind the houses are rows of white bee boxes.
Here, there are bees singing continuously,
the sound echoes through the air like electricity.
People stand silently here as dawn breaks,
but the worlds around me speak.
One day, I will learn their language.
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