Necessary Lovers.

Necessary Lovers

by james bezerra

The lying swagger of the bees when they come. Their furry, sticky legs dangling. Our air shaking with a Flight of the Valkyries vibrating buzzzz. They act like its their own pollen they're bringing. As if they’re delivering the future. They are interlopers at best. Necessary lovers and nothing more. Busy, hurried, rushed, a tangle of sharp legs. Graceless. We tolerate them when the breeze isn’t strong enough to set our pollen sailing. So we tolerate and we wait. We wait with our petals and pistils naked to the sky. We wait to evolve and we envy the ingenuity of the dandelion and the determination of the burr. We wait like pine cones for a fire.  

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