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The Fire Burns
Poems
May 2018
Prospective Bee
I look up and see,
a rose-red bubble
surrounding me.
A large stalk grows from its middle
topped with yellow dust,
as I look I hum a giggle.
The fragrance here is heady,
I feel a bit stumbling drunk,
as this whole thing is unsteady.
I catch the wind and fly,
taking dust with me,
as to my trade, I ply.
Crawling now through pink sticky
upon the prickled tossing head,
walking here is quite tricky.
Now home I go on the wing,
joining all my mates,
thank goodness I did not have to sting
Written by
The Fire Burns
M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)
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