Perfection

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Perfection

Flesh in transient
time I watch mixed
petunias open to
bounty, a sort of
satisfaction while
headlines shriek
‘looters rule rubble
graveyards’. A large
bumble bee seeks
pollen as it fumbles
through the flowers.
Perfection, brief
but enough amidst
consistent turmoil

Harvey McQueen

Usually my poems gestate slowly but this one popped into my head very rapidly yesterday morning.