Monday, November 8, 2010

Born to douse the landscape

How would it feel,
I wonder,
to be a member
of this fringe group,
to stand together,
face into the wind,
sheltered by these glowing petals,
you were born to dance;
born to toss your head
and douse the landscape
with golden dust;
to feed the bees
and pollinate the world
with beauty?

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1 comment:

Kathleen Overby said...

I wonder if it wouldn't be lovely?