In the democracy of daisies <br />every blossom has one vote. <br />The question on the ballot is <br />Does he love me? <br /> <br />If the answer's wrong I try another, <br />a little sorry about the petals <br />piling up around my shoes. <br /> <br />Bees are loose in the fields <br />where daisies wait and hope, <br />dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis. <br />We can't possibly understand <br /> <br />what makes us such fools. <br />I blame the June heat <br />and everything about him. <br /> <br /> <br />Submitted by Venus<br /><br />Connie Wanek<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daisies-2/
