In the democracy of daisies br every blossom has one vote. br The question on the ballot is br Does he love me? br br If the answer's wrong I try another, br a little sorry about the petals br piling up around my shoes. br br Bees are loose in the fields br where daisies wait and hope, br dreaming of the kiss of a proboscis. br We can't possibly understand br br what makes us such fools. br I blame the June heat br and everything about him.