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Beehive


…with apologies to Camilo Jose Cela



This building sits

four stories high,

across a river unfathomable,

across waters far and wide.


Sixteen arches stare

on lovers,

paupers

and those uncared.


Every night,

burning embers ignite

in windows jaundice with disdain

for a world from which they refrain.


In summer sweats

and winter freezes,

they ignore

what they should not forget.


A river dividing

rich from poor

brings a tide of which

they remain unsure.

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