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It’s not time

not before clerics of spring

ordain the bee with a striped robe

to minister in fields

nor time

before the butterfly

tempers touch of a moist breeze

with living watercolors in souls of men

the creator will ask the flower

do you thirst?

and will send milk of rain

once she drinks

of heaven’s nipple

then, and only then

will it be time

to write her glory

as ours



© Tammy Mezera 2016

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