This wild-petaled daisy,
some form of bitter-weed,
a happy, sweet, silky
touch of sunshine at my feet,
how often we ignore
the smallest gifts existing
all around us. You require
so little, enjoy the dry
climate, thrive in rocky
soil, tolerate our drought
and neglect, and exist
as nourishment to the humble
bee, the returning butterfly,
a constant, steady,
nearly forgotten
amazing part of this creation
deserving to be noticed.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2021
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