Friday, April 20, 2012


Small yellow flowers on the tomato plants
wanting to give, like I want to give, 
to someone--sometimes. But this wait feels
long. Summer is barely here, the thermometer
up for the first time today, and me and the plants
feel it. Day by day the fruit and my heart
will burst out. Come July, the harvest. 
But today, I touch my fingers to the flowers,
shift pollen from bloom to bloom, 
a kind of bee. 

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