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there are the white toothy smiles

of adirondack daisies greeting me

as ride by them on my bike



but i am in a surly mood

so i am not as responsive

as i should be



i want more, i guess

i want to grumble



the yellow kiss

in the center of the smile

pushes out so much



i am happy on my bike



you can be a king

if you can be grateful

for what grows freely

along your forbidden

interchange



the daisies, like spots

on the fawn that strolls outside

my sliding glass door

rumble against the retinas



i want to ignore the alabaster greetings

but the daisies outnumber my self-pity



somedays, all the world is my table

and the cluster of wildflowers hold

me to the consequences of pathos