I chose "The Murmur of a bee." You can see the sentence in it's original context here. My poem is below.
The Murmur of a Bee
The murmur of a bee
as he talks to the flower,
he softly strokes her petaled face
before the coming shower.
Then, damp and dewy, he flies home
buzzing loudly in his haste,
with her pollen on his mind
her memory, his to taste.
[Update: This poem was honored by Poem in Your Pocket Day NYC as an "outstanding poem."]
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