A daisy,
for all of its mythology,
smells like urine.
(But then,
So does a home
with small children)
[Can’t get it
Out of the rug]
Believe me,
I’d take all,
all
The daisies
In the universe
(Pre-heat death)
[will there be?
Flowers? After
we are gone?]
To have that
smell,
(A toddler’s calling
card)
As long
as the smell
shall stay
(Not even
Urine-Annihilator
sprays can make
it stop)
If it meant
I get you
([All of]you)
in the deal.
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