Roadside Bouquets

A small poem I wrote, inspired by a recent trip home.


Roadside Bouquets

roadside bouquets

burst

from the hwy’s

shoulders

Queen Anne’s Lace

like a small shelf

of clouds

their roots

smelling like

carrots

Black Eyed Susans

reach up

and open

their bright yellow

petals

hugging

the sky

who named them

anyway?

the Red

Winged

Black Bird

shouts

at me

like always

small

perfect purple

spheres

of clover

blossoms

hold their

sweet nectar

in

delicate

straws

I’ll save them

for dessert

ever so

carefully,

inspect the

underside

of each

wide

flat

Milkweed

leaf

tiny

white ovals

like

the eye of

a needle

hold

future

butterflies

powder

blue

petals

make up

most of

the

arrangement

Chicory

I think

But I

call them

Blue Daisies

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