American Cowslip

Nothing is the way you think it is going to be. Take this little flower from me, and let it go into the way you think of it. And so it grows and is the face of Daisy the cow speaking, she my young grandma growing and wearing a pink slip and who fell from the sky that was clear blue and pure all over the place you called home as it moved out from under you in the slow rotation of the sphere you call a star, a flower, a mind.