clutching the bone-dead stems of your daisies.
Your lips quiver, your eyes bulge,
a sad wrung-out tear disgraces you finally.
Your lace is tattered, girl. Your shoes are scuffed.
You, trying to pay for love with daisies.
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Every precious moment counting jelly beans,
All three of them splayed on the carpet--
Pinch the red one-- one,
Roll the blue one in my hand-- two,
Pluck the cat's hair from the perfect yellow one-- three--
Learning one-two-threes,
Only this has been done with as much care,
Walking through the hayfields, picking daisies there,
Interviewing each one, entrusting wishes to their buttered palms--
White petals, soften my muteness.
Clean, plain sun-scent, speak for me.