Bees

by Abner Dormiendo

There are two things by which we live: take
what you can
and leave when you must. We are only
as fragile
as the next blossom. Flower after tender flower
we try to leave
an impression, and this is how we are
remembered:
pollened hair, nectared mouths. On our backs
we carry the seeds
of this year’s spring, that bears the blossoms
for the next one.

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