bring me the arms of a daisy
i need a model of delicate modesty
but like a hurricane of stars
bring me the head of a dandelion
the hearts of wild grains
the brains of blueberries, the animosity of lilies
but like thunder
like the laboratory of an anthill
blistering the earth with generosity and laughter-
the moon sifts uneasily
watching the sentimental, the purely geometrical
ongoings of butterflies
in a meadow

the soft hurried
flowers in rambles of flight, soaring white
stars with blue songs in their feet

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