on the kitchen floor
a forgotten forget-me-not
that fabulous skypale
that sunny centre
part of the treasure cache that
dull glint of summer
who cares if it’s a weed of sorts
all the king’s horses and all the king’s men
all the scientists the computer geeks
including the Chinese
could not make a single one
not one no
nor capture the colour
go on pick it up
find a vase
like trees or the clouds or a cheeky dandelion
it is the world’s unnoticed beauty
God’s gold
