the flowers are free

poem

She’s working on being more free, she said to me
Opening up chakras and winged thighs to see
How it feels to howl a birdsong for growing pains on her knees
Mama bird in her mind pushing the scarries out of this tree
Her wicked parts trickle, then rain, then gush energy
Wowee! She giggles, as she glides gracefully

All it really took was the gentle whiff of some new bee