A Gift

May felt juggled,
tested,
wrestled to the ground.
Enough, enough!
Ambition and striving,
Due due, do.

Now, quenching, hydrating,
the June days greet me,
beckon, wryly wink,
in the gingham of a picnic,
bubbles,
sidewalk chalk,
root beer floats.

Unassuming,
as a great plain before me.
Will I focus on her vastness? or
discover the smile
behind a tiny, fragrant wildflower,
blooming and happy for the sun! Look!
Bee! Bee! Be.

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