The Go-Betweens
A glossy drape of ovate leaves
shield flowers quite exclusive.
They guard their wealth,
while round them weave
the insect throng intrusive.
A ring of incurved purple strands
compress gold pollen tips.
Pink petals, splayed as open hands
belie sealed nectar dips.
One species of bee,
wing tunes in key
and dancing blooms rejoice.
A resonating symphony
gilds couriers of choice.
poem by Diane Hine
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