While Kneeling on the Ground Holding a Yellow Hammer

I must have resembled

a large and shaggy hibiscus

in my red bandanna worn in that

vacuuming the rug, doing the dishes

type of way.

 

And my blond hippie-hair

must have been stamens and pistils

glinting with pollen and nectar

when viewed from afar. 

 

Had I known I would have remained 

quite still, moving only my ladybug eyes

to see where the hummingbird

might have chosen

to sample my honey. 

(from Medicine, Foothills Publishing, 2017. First published by Peeking Cat Poetry, 2016)

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