Ring Around the Daffodils

Please, ring around the daffodils
Til Heaven's scaffold collapses.
Let the sky walkers plummet down
Toward our lovely gardens,
Whispering of our onions and roses,
And we, yielding, gossiping on about
Galaxies, angels, and super novae;
Spilling our breath on the broken bits
Of golden gate and street way,
And laughing because the sky walkers envy us
And our platinum cookbooks
That retain readability in the daffodils
And the rest of the ling'ring mess.