Ode to the Lone Daisy Fleabane

Tower of green vine

crowned in

wispy white

and egg yolk

center, like

the glowing dome

atop the

famous

Italian Duomo.

You have

grown taller

than the green

leaf blades

of office buildings

and residential

developments

to smile

at passerby

who might

step on you.

The ruins of

a sanctuary

for those who

fall between

coveted flower

and unwanted

growth, the

lone

daisy fleabane

stands as

the last stone

to be torn

to the ground

by the non-believers.

What a

lonely

existence!

Among the

dirt,

the impersonator

of the beloved

grows,

until it is

pulled

by a picky gardener,

or plucked

by a curious

child.

A pilgrimage

destination

for those

who worship

weeds and wildflowers,

but not sacred

to all.