The Eclipse’s Bloom

There are enough flowers

That belong to the dusk, sun, and moon

But the flower of the eclipse

Lives on in gloom

Only spreading its petals

When everyone looks away

Distracted by the phenomenon

That breathes it awake

Every Pluck a Daisy?

Ever pluck a daisy

One by one

Each thin light petal

Surrounding a yellow sun

Ever feel bad for no mercy

For watching the petals flee

Falling straight through fingers

Drifting to grass bladed green