One flake from the wall of a goldmine
does not give much idea
what it is like
when the sun shines in
and turns the air
and the workers golden. - Rumi
Hello, you, whatever you are.
I didn't expect to see you so early in the season.
You seem dressed for business so I won't detain you any longer.
Just keep in mind that while you are more than welcome to hang on the catkins, my family is off limits to your visits.
Because you look at little like the wasp who, as we all know, has a nasty reputation.
But I know you are not a wasp and I think that you are also not a fly. Whatever you are, welcome.
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