Bumblebee Sisters

If my soul has wings, they must be bumblebee wings
not the fragile brilliance of butterflies
nor the blaze and smoke of dragons
the ferocity of eagles
the dazzling purity of swans.

Wings that buzz and hum around the clover
and dandelions. Working wings. Friendly fuzzy stripes
and yellow pollen dust in heavy baskets. Bumblebee sisters,
the land of grass is ours to guard with hidden stings.

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