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daisy poems Poems

May 6th 1962

every tree today looked like hands reaching out to you

like me reaching out to you somewhere I can’t reach

let’s get ingested by bees, let’s hear the air as conversation, let’s throw our doors open to this season

when sugar is no longer available to me, I go to the cherry blossom for sweetness, cherry blossom kisses are delicate, fleeting, falling,

they remind me of you