A Shallow Float
Her float was shallow.
Her pyramid was a beautiful theme
of dreams she wished time would,
first of all,
let float.
What could she have done
with so many butterflies?
She respected her furious nature.
Her beehive held a limitless wealth,
but she never forgot
how it was almost empty.
“Allow nature to emerge in your belly and drink.
Beautiful rain can fall on stones
and still make voices that represent God too.
Allow the honey to heal you,
and dance with its sage.
Let lavender flowers bloom on your forehead.
Pursue the romantic desires of motion,
and just let things float."
Bernice Zoleka Mannie
LYAIOZ MANNIE
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