Flower Power
The pistil and the stamen
stood upright and waiting
for the bee.
Honey, can you pollinate me?
The wisteria pods burst
on the cicada's feet
as off it flew
to more vines so sweet.
Every day
within the play
of insect and plant,
sex provides the wonder
of evolution's dance.
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