A Field of White Daffodils

April 5, 2011 § Leave a comment

She can’t count
all the butterflies
because there aren’t any
and above them nothing
but sky sky sky.

Thousands of puckered
faces turn toward her—
a sun moving on stems

through them. Softly
almost not hearing
she hears them
as she goes,
tiny voices
in the wind—
Ouch. Ouch.
Ouch.

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