Polluted Discrepancies

The milkweed dances
To the sounds of gears,
Spokes whirring,
Warring anemones;
Upchucked cylindrical iconography.

The plastic segment
Of our ancestry; redeemer &
Opinionated postal carrier.

Nothing but the buzz of bees,
As we salute the seas,
And kiss the beach goodbye.

Temperance of an Easter Sunday,
Torn apart at heart,
Where will you go, my daffodil?

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