Love
ducked
around
the corner
when it saw
her coming
until she
found it
here–
hiding
in a field
full of
wildflowers.

She knows
their names
better than
she knows
her own–
coneflower,
lady-slipper,
brown-eyed susan.

They grab
at straws
to keep
alive. Their
days are
bright and
flat and
they roll
them on
their edges.

Deep in
the tall
grasses,
she can
hear them
sing–
a simple
song that
settles on
the wind.