In the Fields
daisies are
such
happy flowers
light on their petals
they have buoyancy
in their range of movement
from the buggy
to the breeze
to the car
to the counter
to the vase
they have a special place
in the fields of my heart
they outlast
even the rose
and when they die
as ballerinas do
they simply bow their haloed heads
a ring of white feathers
whirling and twirling
into the wings
out of the spotlight
off stage
they find a quiet corner
and rest
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