Oxeye daisy with its petal rays, unassuming eyebright’s honey spot.
I found a wildflower called Alma Potschke.
Lilium, lady’s thumb, rosy pussy toes. Violet patch by bean pot, apple tree. Wild rose on Henry Street.
Scent, messages, allusive flower, special name.
Great Aunt Violet’s beloved primroses, her exquisite virgin’s bower.
Who better understood than any specialist in salad?
Who better knew the fluted edge, the floret-eyes, the husbandry of bees?
Great Aunt Emily! Her sepal and petal! [End Page 126]
These repositories of gemmy meaning elliptically and privately steal influence.
Your thickets of notes, sips and drops: a few common flowers of speech.
Jesse, your buttercups, anemones, etc. [End Page 127]
Analucia DaSilva lives and writes in California’s Bay Area.