Friday, May 4, 2012

Field of Flowers

One thousand yellow daisies,
not one thousand and one,
not nine hundred and ninety nine;
one thousand.

I watch, elated,
as realization dawns on a
fictional character's face,
amidst a field of yellow daisies
growing indoors.

And I realize, just as she does,
that maybe that is what I want,
what I'm waiting for:

my field of one thousand daisies,
not one thousand and one,
not nine hundred and ninety nine.

Although, if you've got one thousand
flowers to work with,
do they all have to be the same?



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