Stuff

At the edge of a small field that I was mowing the other day, there is a collection of burrs which reminded me of young days of wool socks and sweaters that never lost the scent of mothballs.

Yesterday along U.S. Route 40, a man was lying on the berm in the rain...hugging a large dog that had just gotten hit by a car. It made me feel powerless and very sad.

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Vetch to Daisy

I hadn't even noticed
you forever silent
along the road

I yearned for grand
but you were more
than I knew to see

Flower shop items
languished in my hand
as you became beautiful

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Acquiescence

Tacit expressions of love are really the most precious, especially when contrasted to emotional vampirism...

Grab a daisy-flower
agree with it over and over
shower it with gifts of water
claim it is yours
then as it begins to wilt:
demand its attention
shake it until it understands just
how much you love(d) it and
then tell it how fortunate it was -
discard it promptly when
it languishes or turns brown

It seems pretty much the same to me, whether it's a Daisy-flower, pet, or person.