It Would Be Different

It would be different
if we were all of the same mind
like bees
carrying news.

Like sand.

Like the petals
in my Dahlias:
showy spirals of lemon
and tangerine.

It would be different
if we each carried the
same news.

It would be different
if we were ground to pebbles,
ground to sand.

It would be different
if we could see
that each grain
is a stone castle,
and each petal
is edged with a slightly
different rust.
And each bee
carries
a different
piece of news.

Copyright Kay Winter

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