The Venus Flytrap

By: Peter Lancellotti
Posted on: November 28, 2024

 

From late fall to early spring,

No perfumes exude on anything

Gentle chalice kept under glass

Swept away by Moon tide’s pass

 

Every fickle feckless time

Caring, holding in her mind

Bees and flies not just debris

Fight or flight and not set free

 

Sojourns, do they, not from here

Rationale out windows there

Lawful thoughts for debunking

Seeking solace ever sinking

 

From early spring to late fall

The Venus light, shines on all

The blossom buds in the tasting

Insect’s folly ever hasting.

 

November 28, 2024

Peter Lancellotti ©

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