Fear asks:
why create poetry
when there’s no apparent
market for it?
In response
I craft an ocean of poems
dive deeper into
our quality and quantity
our silliness and seriousness
our purposeful purposelessness
our playful connection and disconnection
simultaneously.
Go ask bees:
why all the frickin’ honey?
I’ll stay here swimming
until they feel the need
to justify creation
of sweet healing gold.

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