Dandelion Hopping
A poem, a thanks, and a tribute.
By Rachel M.JPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
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To the man who made me notice the bees.
I've never seen a dandelion spider...
an effigy of lemonade,
limbs dripped in washed out sunshine,
toes transparent like a faded sunrise.
Hopping from the trellis,
ascending to the sky;
a travelling circus of
little workers,
kissing thanks with feet
that land on tiny suns.
A bouquet that's decaled
with "He loves me not's,"
"She loves me so" and a
drifting barrage of tiny wishes...
carried on the breeze and the backs of bees
from dandelion suns to homes of honeycomb.
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About the Creator
Rachel M.J
Magical realist
I like to write about things behaving how they shouldn't ~
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