Daisy May…

a gardener by trade

& indispensable,

he liked to arrange flowers

after hours,

and had his pick…

birds in paradise

forgotten nots

and rosebuds

by the dozen

grafts, too

the only

blossom

he favored

(for lapel)

half-plucked—

tearing too easily

& every shed petal

whispering:

I love you

as it falls to his feet

(making arrangements challenging)

a ringless poesie

in need of center.

 ©Karen Robiscoe