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Metamorphosis
Bombus— russet-back grasping with black arms climbs inside a red flower which is dying in a plastic tray.
Midsummer, low water Soil dry Sun hot Dead leaves, yellow stalk But the red flower is blooming Frayed edges of its curling petals Last sugar from the rootbound base blooms at the top—
Bee dives down, struggling deep All covered in golden pollen
No matter is a flowers death
to this bee
Only
what's deep within matters.
Being given, taken,
transformed.