We Were Like Daisies

We were like daisies
dancing in the breeze
of a cool, wet Vancouver day
back when February meant 
something different to us
in terms of weather.   

We floated through life
like pollen on the wind,
effervescent, relentless,
wild to roam.  Before
the snow came to pierce our bones.

We have wilted, forgotten
beneath the quilt of sorrow
come from the skies.  

We have scorched, abandoned
left to fester in the stark high sun
blackened and withered
as the beetles eat from us.  

But we were like daisies, once.

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