Changed Opinion As To Flowers
Here, reader, an oddity:
a daisy-chain left on the squat rack,
a fragile thing with stitched limbs,
on the safety hook –– and the weights
a solid 150 –– he who left it here lifts.
What do daisies say? Given like
a child’s necklace between careful thumbs,
imagine he carried it, put it down, replaced it,
and now it hangs, fluorescent day extinguished,
in the moonlight gleaming and slowly dying.
A chain is connection, a daisy speaks play,
but this gift is a message he could not read.
So he placed it here, hooped it over the peg
as though decorating a neck –– and he left ––
with a changed opinion as to flowers.