Indulgence.

How sweet these daisies.
How they thrust
their eager hungry faces
through the hot dank brier;
hot footed and tippy toes,
leaping, reaching
like children with
raised arms;
the pale orbs of their faces
turned towards that sun,
brightly indulgent
while the moon looks on;
all haughty curve
and mild disdain.

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