Outside of
Bexell by Kimberly Stutevoss
On a nice spring
day I sit outside
On a brown bench
placed next to the entrance.
People pass by
and lock up their bikes
But I only
notice the gift of Mother Nature.
I see the
greenest grass and pinkest of flowers
That hangs up in
the old tree.
With each light
breeze that passes
Pretty pink
petals fall from the tree
Swirling in
circles until it hits the green.
On the other
side of the bench that I sit on
There are brown
leaves and purple petals
That lay upon
the gray ground.
They show that
spring is here
With new leaves
growing where they use to.
Behind the new
spring are the windows of Bexell.
They have guards
on the outside that makes it look like a prison.
I imagine being
in class on a today like today
Would feel like
solitary confinement.
But enough about
Bexell there are more gifts to see.
A gold and black
striped honeybee buzzes in front of my face
He is in search
of pollen from the purple and pink flowers to my left
He doesn’t stay
at one flower for long but flies around to as many as he can.
As he flies away
so does my attention.
It is too nice
of a day to be sitting here.
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