Daisy Wishes
by C. E.
Laine
I won't write poems
about the shades
of purple that stain me
(or tell of aubergine
fading to a yellow
that never quite
dissipates)
because words
smack louder
than the closed fist.
I will not bring flowers
to the grave of my dreams,
or indulge often in tears
that taste more like regret
than the salt of the sea.
Instead, I will pull my wishes,
one by one, like flower petals
(he loves me, he loves me not)
and let the summer breeze carry them away.
from Allegory ISBN: 0-595-22462-8.
 
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