Dandelion 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