If I could be a pollinator for a day

or two


I’d collect the sparkle

of the golden sand

lit by the morning sun.


I’d hold the scent

of cedar

as it brushes across my face.


I’d fly to the begonias

red, yellow, orange

and collect their golden hue.


I’d swoop up high

to catch sun rays

just as they break through.


I’d remember the scarlet fuscia

hanging in the rain

and take it too

as a remedy for pain.


Then, I’d come buzzing at your door

Look” I’d say

This is yours for holding

as you remember how to turn

from darkness to bloom.”


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