Fickle
The buddleia bush was so inviting
there in all its summer glory
I have thirsted after its beauty...
as a lover in an old…old story
Leaning over its purple blossoms
...I drank deeply of it’s sweet nectar
I did wallow until my hunger was sated
...Knee deep in love with all its splendor
and then...spreading gossamer wings...I flew away
'Goodbye...goodbye…my sweet'...I return another day...
©Faye Sizemore 7/20/04
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