Flower to Flora

Bumblebees floating 

with their winged sails, 

like yellow yachts 

on Pacific trails. 

 

Each island we meet, a delicate flower 

and all the atolls make up their florets 

beautiful and estranged yet, 

honey Sun melts into the inlet. 

 

And the mainland hive is so far away, 

is what I traded for cyan skies 

crystal water, liquid aquamarine, 

marine masseuse is smooth saline. 

 

Flower to flora 

and off the coast 

from vapid vices 

to something more.