Poetry

Bumblebees and Sleepy Hearts

With baby’s touch profound, we are born anew

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A wafting of soft coos
comes from ‘neath the boughs,
heavy with pomegranate buds,
buzzy with leaves applauding

How I miss you, my baby,
my neck warmed in hot breath,
A bursting, frothy spring
spatters…