you made
me a
daisy chain
when I
said that
no one
has ever
made me
one before
the trees
were cooling comfort
under the
pale cold
your knowing smile
belly laughter
warm syrup
in the
fading light
stay awhile
you know
who is
there for you
when the
glitter fades
the walla
won't hold each day
just a
minute too late
chosen by
the rhythm
starts over
again a
different hand
to play
the days
behind determine
the days
ahead
fingers lingering
softly leaving
white mist
and new green
like each
daisy
on the
daisy chain
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
~A blog of poetry mixed in with my poetic ramblings~
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