Perfection, we are not!


I am not a Rose, tight lipped beauty,

nor am I Queen Anne’s Lace whose roots reveal her—


I am but a simple daisy—

a delightful yellow button in quiet dress.

Picked up along a dirt road,

winding towards the water,

and held effortlessly

in a hand unaware of its holding.

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