Daisy poems float down
From the ether
settling on my eyelids
now that I have lost everything.
Go ahead, chase your roseate dream
it's hard to see
small daisy poem petals
there are so many of them
among the weeds
more than dandelion puffs
go ahead, count your roses
and leave me the little daisies
for I will touch them
with my stained hand
a soul walking alone
on a jagged path
a lost youth
rich roses spread across
even rows in fragrant fields
go ahead, run through them
then relish the abundant yield
Daisy poems are pale and small
Who can count them?
Petal tips turning
from modest white
To delicate green
Go ahead, reap barley in bushels
And roses fair
Talk of dreams and cornucopias
Don't look at me sitting
On a wet rock
On a side path where
Tall weeds hide secrets
Wild daisies do not occupy your world
Nor should they.
Roses are enough for you.