Poem of the Month

The Weight of Nectar by Tina Baker

8

You look lost

drifting in that field of sunflowers

your weight increasing

with every pull of nectar.

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You look like her

taking off with no direction

lured by the promise of honey,

swaying through haloed lovers.

*

Poor bee, your short life mapped out,

trapped on a meandering path

of blinkered seduction.

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In your dying days will you wonder,

if you had possessed another mind,

would you have flown away,

will you be like her?