A
forgotten life, love, a future of discarded possibilities
The
shoot rises, the blossom opens, a fecund feast
For
the society of bees, the buzzing congregation
Unfurling,
petals drop from the bare stalk, soft pastels
Blushing
and bruised on the concrete walk, withering
In
the sun, seeds falling to the ground, each one a
Lost potential
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