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Bloom

Bloom CHAD SWEENEY e b Th ees are dying toward Beverly Hi lls e b Th ees are dying into the sun At midnight it is day the b ees Of Santa Monica our oranges Fall sideways toward no beginnin g the Bees are dying America in the teeth By waxlight our bees brim u p From no well they have Left their reflections on the ice Of eternity the bees are dying in our Talk of beginning this young coun try eir hi Th ves follow the names down On Alvarado by the light of swa ns We go crossing our sunglasses into oblivion e h Th ands of the Indians are burie d Everywhere nothing grows the feet of the Tongva Are gathering in white shadows w e Forget them the shadows convulse We announce ourselves upward into t eeth A cowboy hat without its body the bees On Sepulveda a wheelchair and silen ce In our mouths the sea forgets We wake our way down the proces ses Blooming everywhere the actions of our hands http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Bloom

Manoa , Volume 31 (1) – May 10, 2019

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University of Hawai'I Press
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Copyright © 2019 University of Hawai'i Press.
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Abstract

CHAD SWEENEY e b Th ees are dying toward Beverly Hi lls e b Th ees are dying into the sun At midnight it is day the b ees Of Santa Monica our oranges Fall sideways toward no beginnin g the Bees are dying America in the teeth By waxlight our bees brim u p From no well they have Left their reflections on the ice Of eternity the bees are dying in our Talk of beginning this young coun try eir hi Th ves follow the names down On Alvarado by the light of swa ns We go crossing our sunglasses into oblivion e h Th ands of the Indians are burie d Everywhere nothing grows the feet of the Tongva Are gathering in white shadows w e Forget them the shadows convulse We announce ourselves upward into t eeth A cowboy hat without its body the bees On Sepulveda a wheelchair and silen ce In our mouths the sea forgets We wake our way down the proces ses Blooming everywhere the actions of our hands

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 10, 2019

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