Stinger

At first light,
Sweet appetite.
Future's calling.
Breath appalling.

Twilight reaches
Waves on beaches.
Fluff the pillow.
Your bending willow

Wants to break.
Nature’s mistake.
Why she weeps.
Into river creeps,

Hoping you'll notice
The wading water lotus,
Born from sorrow.
Always tomorrow

To make the difference.
Just one more instance
Of being needy
For characters seedy

And hardened over.
As a four leaf clover
Waits for its’ wisher,
Whose heart, a fissure,

Has carved its’ hope.
Send down a rope.
You know we need it.
These fields are weeded.

Search for your seedling.
Just like a bee sting
Makes you feel special,
It’s warmth a petal

Across your hearts' threshold.


11/22/20