Daisy Chains

Lay back in the soft green grass
Boys shouting and the thwack of a baseball bat coming from the diamond.
She doesn't care about that
She is pulling up daisies
She is twisting the stem of one around the base of another, a noose
She is weaving them into her hair
A daisy chain
The air smells like springtime
Sky is blue-black, so clear
She is weaving them into her hair
A daisy chain
Sleeping titans all around
Waiting to deliver their payload
Men shout and rage and make deals
Not knowing that, in a fit of anger,
They could release the giants from their homes deep below the earth
To kill a young girl with flowers in her hair