yellow daisies on a table sit
as fake as my thoughts today
and while they need no rain or sun
they are out on the porch anyway;
daisies were my mom's favorite
so in a painting were included
which was tossed into the trash
once the life rushed out of her;
there is no connection here
as these daisies were a gift but
if I were to imagine anything, I
would say my mom arranged it.
22 July 2019
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