Poetry and Poetics
Beauty is in the beholder's eye.
She carries a dingy, snagged rag
of yellow chiffon
and a jar crammed with grass and
Capacity to ornament
the mind separates us from insects.
Cast the beam from your eye.
The sprinkler riffles the grass
like a wind,
like the pursuit of light.
Her sweaty, pudgy hand crushes five
She holds them underneath her chin.
She's heard buttercups
reflect on the skin of the beautiful,
which they might.
The dandelions turn her chin yellow.
© by Catherine Daly
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