ella
today, she took
everything that I've worked for
and made it smaller--
she looked at me
from her very minimal height,
and with grave eyes, asked:
"do they still let you
color
in college?"
daisies
from the lemon drop of a center,
the petals reach out
as if to embrace one another--
dew clings to some
within each one is an entire world--
channels and filtration systems and
reproductive organs
(though I would argue that ours are
more fun)
it is this pot of individual,
intermingling little worlds
that greets my waking eyes
every morning.
it prepares me
for my own.
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