New Poem Tonight: “An Accord”

AN ACCORD

In the early light, their see-through dress wings
show against my shirt, their bodies

muted yellow, & I do not mind if they might harm me.
The mutual understanding here is simple: let me live. The small

non-exchange of a sting for the smack of a hand. The need
for the bee to have somewhere to burrow its body

is the same as my need to rejoice
in the ruby red of the flower. We live our own lives

in a breath, only to minimally address the rest.

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