"sweetness cannot find me when I'm not here."
This is my favorite line of the entire poem...
and one I will carry with me.
I read somewhere that nectar is bitter when the bees
gather it and they turn it into sweet honey.
My research does not bear that out.
It seems like a subjective matter.
Someone said it tastes like sweet water.
Others say its bitter.
I guess the only way to know is to taste it
and decide for ourselves.
It just now occurred to me
that on Tuesday night a week ago,
I did fall asleep, and wake in the flowers
of a country of citizens saying
a resounding NO to the
dismantling of democracy.
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