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[Poetry]

LOOKING
by Ray Holmes

It's Sunday. Fathers and mothers
with cameras on the driveway’s edge. 
The kids look for colored eggs
out front, shrieking about bees 
in their pink baskets
full of plastic grass. 
One father says they're boring bees,
and while the kids just stare he says
carpenter bees or bees that live
in that wooden fence. 
A little girl bursts
across the yard toward a mother, 
any of them. They take photos.
A father laughs and says he'll wait
until winter to rip out the posts. 
The bees, black and thick as thumbs,
hover scattershot
among the kids in the yard.
The fathers laugh to themselves
at the camera's small screen.


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