Elizabeth Raby

five sprightly blooms on the window sill
upright in their blue-green bottle

petals white as sheets flapping
in a June blue morning

circle of yellow at their centers,
loose tangled stems of basic green—

give one daisy a spot of earth
and it will give you generations—

this flower is a cabin in a clearing, a rocking
chair, a rickrack apron, a braided rug