The Wasp

My envy of flight and paper
Hangs in midair;
Buzzes around my head.
Delicate wings not made for distance
And structure not made to last.
The thing that I hate to need
And need to hate.

by Suzanne Bronson on Wednesday, July 16, 2008

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