gathering wildflowers in may

the florist of nature
deems fit to lavish herself
along dusty gravel paths

beneath mailboxes she
has flung her beauty
ragged and sprawling

unfit for most vases
pollen and bee meanwhile
thanking the treasure of each other

no matter how much
you have spent yourself
blooming it is not wasted

invisible results seed vines
that climb despite all odds
and flower (for those who see)

here, wild heart, that longs
to spread across the fields
i picked these for you

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