Contributed by Suzi Rose on 22/07/09

We met in Chicago by the stainless steel bean
You pointed out a cloud that resembled James Dean
We sat under the shiny legume shaped sculpture
Said that we were making time for culture

Beneath the omphalos we stood
Our reflections all bendy and weird
You took from your pocket a camera
And a bag of Jupiter's Beard

I had a pocket full of green
And a picture postcard of the bean
I sprinkled tea leaves on the ground
Then three times I spun around

A funny little superstition
I picked up sometime ago
Why exactly I do it
I literally do not know

I have the Keys to Heaven you said
And made Red Valerian tea
Which I drank and fell asleep
Then dreamt of a giant bee

I was running very fast
But the bee flew quickly past
My feet stopped moving

As the bee was now grooving

I stood still and listened
To the beat playing in the trees
Some kind of music
That enlivens the bees

Am I dreaming now, I asked
To the humming blades of grass
Have I gone mad in the head
It was only the tea, they said

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