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Bumblebees Always Fly Free

A narrative poem about living in stagnation and the decision to move forward.

a bumblebee flying from one flower to the next.
Photo by Carolien van Oijen on Unsplash

A row of trees lines the street,
Lamp posts decorate the sidewalks,
Little bits of weeds spring from between the cement cracks.

Automobiles rush by, one by one,
Carrying gaseous clouds of chemicals.



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Tas (they/them)

Tas (they/them)

We are autistic members of the disability community and hold various mental health diagnoses. We are advocates for social justice, writers and scholars of life.