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.

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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