If they were fishes…

You offer tiny taste

of riches, measured wish

for my success

I find it warm-sweet

as honey but cloying

thick in the throat

 

Allow me the pleasure

of choosing my own dish

I’ll take peace lightly

sunned, bee-blessed

clover on the side

 

34 thoughts on “If they were fishes…”

    1. Thank you, Tina. I think that one jumped in pretty late in the process. But goodness, the bees are everywhere at my place right now.

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