Poem: Counting Daisies

Poem: Counting Daisies

counting daisies
in a field of daisies
is like counting
blades of grass
in a square yard
is like counting
midnight stars
with no clouds
is like counting
purple cars
in a frozen city

but not like counting
your few friends
among your many acquaintances

2 thoughts on “Poem: Counting Daisies

  1. “counting purple cars, in a frozen city” can be done, but not very easy. Dad always told me, “You will have acquaintances all your life, but you can count your friends on one hand,” that sounds easy.


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