In the democracy of daisies
every blossom has one vote.
The question on the ballot is
Does he love me?
If the answer’s wrong I try another,
a little sorry about the petals
piling up around my shoes.
Bees are loose in the fields
where daisies wait and hope,
dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis.
We can’t possibly understand
what makes us such fools.
I blame the June heat
and everything about him.
(Connie Wanek)
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