If I were an insect, a tiny one

I would make my home inside a strawberry

all chilly in morning’s moisture

then glowing red and warm as sun

crosses sky

my children would be raised

with no lack of sweetness in life

sheltered by leaves close

to the ground

my home would grow from a flower

and decompose in the fall

and we would thank the bees for

pollinating the place that

gave rise to our hidden haven

My family and I would carve deep

into the heart of that home

and give our pulse

to its center


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