Published in Art With Words Quarterly Poetry Journal December, 2005
Off to Kindergarten, second week of school. An excited voice from the back seat, "Oh, how beautiful, I see black eyes!" "What?" I ask, puzzled. "I saw black eyes," she repeats. I'm wondering what kind of animal she has spotted. Then I spot them, Black-Eyed Susans, blooming beside the road. Like her grandmother, she loves flowers.
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