WEE TRUST
The ants who build
wee little hills
in the cracks
of sidewalks
trust in the gentleness
of humankind.
DAISY SURRENDER
The daisies' white petal
flags of surrender
flutter in the breeze
.. so tiny... so powerless
.. asking mercy of
the mower's blades..
What was their crime?
In the sun the flowers
flourish