Fields and fields of them,
the ferocious Wild Carrot,
thin neck, adorned head.

William Carlos Williams wrote
about a white field of wild carrot,
like this one, today.

Picking wild carrot,
by the side of unlined roads—
all seemed possible.

A one day story:
wild carrot against blue sky,
opens like a cloud.

Satellite of blooms,
floating on a tall, thin stem—
dark heart, wild carrot.

The poet's flower,
thin-stemmed wild carrot blooming
a constellation.

Early wild carrot,
purple heart at the center,
always meaning well.