In Bloom

Beyond the flower bed
bees wander, lost,

Stranded without the scent
of sweetness they crave.

Honey drunk, smoke
spirals with flight and

melancholy buzz.
Quiet, longing roar.

Brightening blooms remain,
Unseen, untouched,

Stretched in dreams to
tease with imagined taste.

Beyond the flower bed,
Bees wander. Lost.

in bloom

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