Fly On A Cowpen Daisy   2 comments

Image by kenne

Fly on a Cowpen Daisy

Down by the wash,
a cowpen daisy sways,
a fly pauses—
Ptilodexia, they call it.

It tastes the sun,
turns its head to the wind,
drinks the day
like a man lifting a whiskey
on a long, slow afternoon.

Life here is stubborn,
small as a fly,
big as the sky,
and it doesn’t ask
for anything but time
to do its work.

I watch.
Photograph.
Some days,
that’s enough.

Posted October 30, 2025 by kenneturner in Capturing the Moment, Information, Photography, Poetry, Sonoran Desert, Tucson Arizona

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2 responses to “Fly On A Cowpen Daisy”

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  1. Thank you, Kenne, for the interesting photo and the poem!

    Joanna

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    gabychops
    October 30, 2025 at 12:58 am

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