If I am, suspended
Sleeping on purple heliotrope
If you feel too abject to dignify
Or descry there is still any slim hope.
And there are only slings & arrows
Then what good are wings—cocooned?
If I'm suspended or sleeping
Near a sprig of heady purple heliotrope
If we're not to bridge this gap,
Then somebody needs to fly
If you feel abject & cocooned
And I'm feeling spider-web-like suspended.
A honeybee obstructed
By a hovering hummingbird
Somebody needs to diversify.
Find themselves better flowers than daylilies
And learn to fly again alone
Amongst those Salvia flowers windblown.
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