in Spring, the daisy tree
is a blossom bomb
exploding pink,
honey-scented wheels.
Someone has lopped off
branches full of blooms
and tossed them on
the compost heap.
I carry armfuls, four vases full,
indoors. Pink petals revive
and white buds open
in vase water.
The scent of nectar
permeates my rooms —
daisy honey housed
in hidden hives.
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