of daffodils, blue salvia, and spearmint

i wish i could make you a bouquet
of daffodils, blue salvia, and spearmint
and then i’d be able to see your eyes
as they were truly meant to be seen,
glinting with curious joy

of daffodils, blue salvia, and spearmint
my thoughts on you take form
why do you only do things you care about
when you think no one can see you?
i wish you’d find joy in sunlight
like i in you

and then i’d be able to see your eyes
open, just so, the way they do
In the mornings before you’ve had your
ghastly cinnamon tea that’s much too spicy
for anyone to find comforting

as they were truly meant to be seen, 
they have just the tiniest bit of gold in them–
your eyes, i mean.

glinting with curious joy
i wish it would happen only for me,
no one else, as you stare at the bouquet
of daffodils, blue salvia, and spearmint
i picked just for you.

Micah Schmerling, ’25