Strength in Unity

You’ve all heard that story—a single arrow
easily broken, a bundle
resists. Here’s one I like better:

the lindens this year bloomed in such profusion
they perfumed the evening air and filled
the sky with drowsy-humming bees.

I got up close and smelled
a single flower. Nothing.
Stepped back and waited: a vagrant breeze

drowned me in sweet scent.

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