Sunday, February 28, 2021

Bitter Nectar

 


Green open palm hand
May be more than five, fingers
Though many palm lines span
Would one hold, read the palm
 
Slender threadlike tendril stretch, 
twines around, 
The climber rise the creeping high
Softy stems vine reach up, once more
Lush green enjoy the breeze
 
Gleeful small yellow beauty high
Welcoming soft sun shine 
Is néctar of bitter gourd flower sweet too
Tell me buzzing bumbble bee…

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