For Something Pure to Bring Home 27/30 by Nico Lund

From far away, 

Squinting sharpens your features,

Brings definition to your edges, 
But you are still too far to touch,

I listened to the music that 

Tickled your ears 
And softened your heart. 

But all I heard 
Was the droning of a tired bee 
Out looking for something 
Pure to bring home. 

And all that squinting for the future 
Brought tears to my eyes.