A FIELD OF FLOWERS IN SUMMER

Lily Stevens

 

Petals pressed into young palms
Daisy chains wrapped around wrists
The last time the sun was out past six
We take palma violet sweet shapes
Lay and lie carelessly naïve
Think of ourselves as something different
Through doughnut-glazed eyes
Two stupid girls in sweet heaven
The world became our crystal ball
When pills and potions graced our gentle mouths