Try to count the petals on a daisy

on

Try to count the petals on a daisy

its pollined center

the dust of butterfly flight

Punctured to crown the most basic

Queen

of gardened lawn

Prickling through my imagination

elsewhere in my mind

I play with those long gone

and long for those yet to come

Through paned glass,

dampened cloth

I still see the twisted crevices

But from this distance

as far as I could go

I know that

I am safe

With nothing in my soul

I hear

Forgotten by my own

self

but with my kind

Hummingbird fren

drunk and old

her bees down at their local

the rose

Poison above me

yet beauty all around

I am safe.

©2018 Clementine Yost
June 19, 2018

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