because when your gaping petals expand
just to taste the blood of Christ
every velvet ant will find his way
to your core
because when you are born on the mouth of July
you are a sedative blue tongue
and they will come to extract
you from your veins
because your short life is meant to feed
caterpillars, it is impossible
to assume that you would be
collected in the fall
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Dear Maggie,
Welcome to my blog. Your poem is beautiful. It is like the saying, “Find interior peace, and a multitude of people will find their salvation around you.” At least that’s what I read.
Blessings,
Bob