daisys

Now is what
is,
not rainy streeted - cat prowled
yesterdays
with leaves left at the curbside
when the tides changed their minds.

Now
is what is,
not the dry tuned tomorrows
weaving in and out
of gray before dawn -
souls prism lost
between birth....

Now is what is,
and throwing out its flowers
for us to walk on,
I catch two...