One house up, by wind-trail
Pollen-smeared, what spry
For Spring is citrus-ran with.
Tottered, freesia by.
Unswelled each bud, each bulb
"But in envy! ", as gleaned
Of bees' intent listening.
Herein, reconvened.
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