Sea of Roses

Enamoured with myself, I walk my garden path Where the grass grows tall Snapping off a long piece, a whistle So shrill the dogs howl Dandelions greet me Their sunny dispositions radiate hello How can I not make myself a dandelion crown? Can I not take what I own? Daisies dance - pleading pick me, pick me He loves you, he loves you not No worries, love I will pluck your petals until my answer comes up Scent pulls me farther along to a sea of roses at the edge Their heads held high, defiant to the waves crashing below Can I not pluck again? They are mine, are they not? I suck the pulsing red reminder That we own nothing but just us I try again, as they are mine! A snip, a blossom cupped in hand Cascading petals into nothingness A mockery of my intent Small acts land large on nondescript days Majestically humble sea of roses Here to teach and touch and love My ego in my pocket, empty-handed I go