Daisies



In the democracy of daisies

every blossom has one vote.

The question on the ballot is

Does he love me?

If the answer's wrong I try another,

a little sorry about the petals

piling up around my shoes.

Bees are loose in the fields

where daisies wait and hope,

dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis.

We can't possibly understand

what makes us such fools.

I blame the June heat

and everything about him.

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Connie Wanek has been writing poems since childhood. She is the author of two books, with a third forthcoming, and she has been the recipient of several awards, including the Willow Poetry Prize and the Jane Kenyon Poetry Prize. Most recently, she was named a Witter Bynner Fellow of the Library of Congress by United States Poet Laureate Ted Kooser. She lives in the country outside Duluth, Minnesota, but often finds herself in a green tent somewhere in the Boundary Waters wilderness.

"Superior people never make long visits."
-Marianne Moore