the photographer (for L.)

humid
first of june

all the daisies
are in bloom
so i show them to you

bright white bursts
diffuse in the
overcast
evening

reflecting
in your
steady
lens

i like your smile
and the way
you know
how light
falls

i think about you, later
when the rain comes through
i climb the three-trunked maple

wet bark
and teardrops
against warm skin

i grieve to leave my home
where i know
the land’s
nuances

how could
these flowers
belong
to anyone
else?

you found a way
to give them
back to me

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