Leave out everything Save for the evening I stepped into the lilacs As if through a wall Into which blossoms Were set at random Like lanterns In recessed niches And sat in the drone Of bees who within Days would be dead Who landed on my hands But didn’t sting Were you a boy when This happened Or a man you ask It happened twice Once at the beginning Once near the end When I needed to Remember What it had been Like the first time
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A lot of beauty in this poem. But also a bit of sadness.