The White Flower

THE WHITE FLOWER

A white flower opened its petals
to reveal a golden centre – so laden
with pollen –
Just then a gentle breeze passed
and
the flower opened its petals
and the gentle breeze wafted
its resin onto the bodies
of some young girls and boys
who were playing naked by a pond
until their skin glowed golden.

HJB 1990’s

poem by Helen Bauman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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