Space between bars are like open windows to a bee. Seems a slim meal but sometimes it's what you don't see --
herbs in a sauce; all the words removed from a line of poetry.
Absence is a conveyance for lushness. What is our bee sipping on?
Agastache Kudos Mandarin. A perennial hyssop. Honey-mint-scented plumes. Pinkish orange. What's not to love? What's not to be smitten by?
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What might be construed as a haphazard collection of case notes is actually an accretion of clues which can be re-ordered to see them a new way. Think of a deck of cards, shuffled many times to achieve an orderly hand for both players.
A new cache of case notes was found in yet another residence in Silver City, New Mexico. Apparently they relate to the first Crime Scene and were taken illegally from the custody of the detective by an irate client, who later threw them in the face of the detective.
--almost total--an eyeful of submerging particles, or did she say participles
--parallels and terrains, she abdicates but not on a ledge, not ever
(believe in a slowly diminishing supply)
--one thing to ask if it's seen later but overlapping
--spare tire receipts and an old piece of china, all dirty
--no sounds, she says, but the hum of bees, sucking nectar