Dandelions & daisies

We pressed dandelions and daisies
Numbed the tongue
Just milk-sap
Teardrops from the stem
Torn and, negligently broken
Don’t eat the flowers (you said)
With that charmless, bitter poison

A mercy
My mother called them
Marguerites and monsters
As if they were saints
Or easy sunsets
Tore them out
The desperately pale roots
Still aching
A wither already on
The petals and the beckon-hearted leaves

Sun following
Evening’s sleepy eye
Blood and bone and dreaming
Megalodon fragments
In the earth-dark coagulation 
Gerberas in hungry colours
Brazen, with that dizzying
Pyrethrum intoxication 

Still not quite the same