Poemetry: Plastic Flowers

From afar, a bee spies

A flower sweet and flies

Towards petals of sunset.

Close drawn, desires whet

With traps of ersatz dew

Tantalizing in view,

The bee lands the whorl

Of polymer floral,

Buzzes a resigned sigh.

Deceived, by plastic lie,

Whirring his last, short life

Ended by ageless strife,

The bee dies short of ane

Honey, bitter bane

Of all amative bees,

Paltering poison tease.


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