Sitting Cross-legged in My Garden at Sunset – A.E. Hines

Only the bee
labors past the light,
making work
of the black-eyed susan
and faded dahlia.
Like a prison chaplain,
in love with beauty and death,
it salutes the solitary blooms
and ushers each flower
into darkness.
Against my body,
I feel the warm earth
and the tiny necrotic creatures
coming up.
Here amid the lovely dying world
I put down my roots.



AE Hines is a poet and practicing financial advisor living in Portland, Oregon.   His work has appeared in recent and forthcoming issues of California Quarterly, Third Wednesday, SLANT, Crosswinds, Windfall, and I-70 Review.  More at

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