The bee
Paper
curls,
a
lime-green hand unfurling
fragile flowers,
brushed by breezes
sending petal
scents afar.
A bee
lands,
writes a
letter in pollen stolen,
relishing
the taste of it all.
And leaves
the flower empty.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, February 1, 2021
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