Nothing and Everything.

Dirty cream
yellow tongued
this first flower of spring;
The perfume, the perfume!
What God made this?
I drink it in deep gulps
of saturation..
my ravenous nose buried deep
within it’s fragile froth.
If I were a bee, if I were a bee!
I could live on this.
Morning dew, and sunrise,
sleepy eyes,
and mossy paths leading nowhere
and everywhere,
all day long.

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