sorry I wasn’t gentle
when I scooped you out of the pool
in a palm of water and threw you on the deck
you didn’t seem to mind though
too busy rolling the wet off before
your little feet squeegeed the rest from your body
while wings beat in rapid discontent
you flew a few inches then a foot
then like a slow bullet shot over the fence
no turn of the head no Thank you mister
no worries I think
little honey bee
that love is always free
the kind for second chances
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