Delusions of Daisy

Delusions of Daisy

Like the mythic light at dock’s end,
my light blinks atop the power tower that
threads voltaic veins through mountains
to our lonesome Kentucky coal town.

I grasp thin air with outstretched arms,
a dusty vision from this ashen valley.
Her cottage sits at the tower’s foot,
enchanted home of flowers and lawn gnomes.

I watch but keep separation, from
tinkling laughter across hymnals and pews.
A grand departure in flowered bonnet,
beneath Easter’s sun her colors bloom.

This distance preserves her perfection
that I might pass days with promise,
never fouling the dream with the truth,
my Daisy forever one day away.




* This is a countrified vision of the unworthy Daisy Buchanan.