Wednesday, July 30, 2025

It was the bee who showed me

the withered edge of the fried egg poppy.  Those petals like sheaves of paper.  Delicate yet tensile.  The bee, determined.  
 

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  1. Susan E. GangelAugust 3, 2025 at 11:40 AM

    to make sweet from sour
    I offer you this flower
    from nothing to something
    have you arrived

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