Fragile and cranky, they come to the plastic flowers
Filled with the sweet syrup that fuels their zealotry
Humming birds, tiny as thimbles or dandelion fuzz
Here for the summer before they go south with the wind
Fighting like families with each other
Allowing diversity reluctantly, as we
Getting gradually used to us, the syrup providers
Who, if we stand still, like maple trees, are neutral friends
We, learning to look without lumbering, eye-watch
As they flit like lightning fire-flies, colored in the sun
Remembering Robert Frost, glad for a speck on a page
Moving, knowing it is a bit of mind: a mirrored thing
I pretend I am immobile, interested in mental horizons
And we come together, briefly, beautifully, kind
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