One thread, one daisy chain, one and then another
One time clock, one yes he loves me, one carefree slim line lover
One strip of full on red, one corn field full of poppies, the friendship of another
One diamond stud, one painted leaf, one note passed on - by my brother
One line of time, one road of hop on board jalopies
My memory won't drop
You were, you are
One daisy chain my lover
There is no one other
In this place founded by a collector you have placed a collection
Conker shells, snails, petals, butterflies
All turned into garlands, necklaces, jewellery
Adornments; traced from nature
Worn
Among a touring collection of prize winners
Who I fear are altogether
Less delicate artists
Carrot cake
Coffee with cream
Lilacs in a jar
This might not be a free lunch
But it’s as close
As you or I can get away from yesterday
From all those other memories
Going
Still going
Mind concentrations sat aloft the stand
Obsessions foraged from the land
A thousand seed reductions are given to the need
The Million Dollar Collar by-passes inner greed
Safety pins and tweezers
The parachutes of artichoke seed heads
If ever one thing confirmed the beauty of art and craft
If ever one exposition showed the complement of art and craft
If ever doubt was mistaken in the search for truth
If ever life for youth
Don't go there
For you are art; however here we see you
