I watch the bees
outside my window
gently flirt their little bodies
into the tiny cups of glorious
gleaming magenta flowers.
Allured by the generous
scent of sage,
they warmly wriggle
into a cozy embrace
inside soft flower fuzz
and then, satisfied, leave
covered, concealed,
resplendent in cloaks of gold,
engulfed in magnificent dust.
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