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daisy poems Poems

nature

Nature doesn’t have a word for weeds,

or plans. You can have triangles on a square,

there are triangles on a circle, there are squares,

all danceable. All are welcome shapes within the circle.

Plan your day until something like a dove,

flies into your cup and sings peace. Blood blossoms

under skin protected by nails. Write sober,

edit drunk.