I was reminded tonight of comfrey
And how the flowers bloomed.
For some reason, we had comfrey in the garden.
The leaves made a nice tea,
If you like things like that.
Once it was established,
It came back, year after year.
There were many times
I pulled the tiny blossoms off,
Touching the end to my tongue,
Just to get that shock of sweet
One tiny drop of nectar,
Nestled in the bottom of the flower.
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