knowing you will visit your doctor again
i prepare for your return home
i tease the unhappy counter girl
as she takes my order and
watches me draw out directions
i used the love at first sight method
in picking the flowers
falling in love with the spots
on the flowers, like freckles
that hum on a hike up owls head
on state street there are daffodils
growing in the neighbors yard
and they are yellow pretty
i want to pluck sesame seeds
from your lips
i want to groom your emotions
i want to be happy in your arms
but sometimes your voice
gushing over tiger lilies
is all the pretty i need to see