Brief Rediscovery of Minerals

By A. Molotkov

A distant bird, dissatisfied by darkness, says the first word.

Minerals lie until broken.

Bees remember their drone in lives before this one.

If a fish wants to be photographed, it finds a hook with a fly.

A bee is more beautiful because of the honey.  

Birds tell me things they don’t know, but I do.

I remember being dead before the bees reminded me.

Minerals can wait for the final word.

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