a poem by Charles Fisher, UK

Two flowers of blue
Both scents from those flowers
Fill the bee with confusing kindnesses
Which one does the bee choose?
He doesn't choose
He play with both flowers
In the meadowlands of blue

In the flora bed with both;
Collect the sweet nectarine perfume smells:
Each flower petals
Find out
That the bee
Is seeing them both together:
A togetherness that both flowers
Don't to be shared

Each blue flower has been let down
No luring bee tattoos and muscles
To lust after

The bee flora collection days are over
No more blue petals lovers
To lure too
The bee flies off
To fields anew

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