© 2002 T.E. Ballard. All rights reserved.

Milkweed

Stem of white honey
where bumblebees feed
and dragonflies mount
each other in midair.
Acrobats of life
taking what they need,
sustaining flight
becoming one creature
on four wings. Light.

I have loved you here
in green. Tasted
the soft side of leaf,
placed my tongue
to broken stem.
I speak in the hum
of a butterfly's wing,
soft buzz of night.

Hear the death
of a thousand bees?
One dragonfly love
and how she opens
herself to the blood
of a weed.

 

© 2002 T.E. Ballard.  All rights reserved. 

 

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