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I am delighted
by the shape of lilies
how you laugh
like a blue sky
and there is sun
in the way you look
at me, a green curve
under the trees.
In the nape of your
neck, wild irises
sway with the wind.
Buttercups under
your chin and for
no apparent reason
the cinerarias are
fenced in. How many
daisy petals will I or
won't I. Dandelions
do me dizzy with desire.

—Judy Haswell
   © 1997