AN ATTEMPT

in poem •  7 years ago 

For us, all that’s left
is a dried bee, tilted
onto one wing.

Not long ago, a bloom
fastened its tongue, while its belly
tried unsuccessfully
to tip it backwards.

We mustn’t touch
anything without water
is without give.

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This bee is our scout
one day, dust
will pronounce itself
in the armatures
of every flower.
But we’ll not be closer.

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