The Naming of Toes

I'll name your toes after flowers if I want to.
Rose, geranium, hyacinth, sunflower, daffodil.
That's does it for your left foot, go ahead and laugh.
Tiger lily, orchid, chrysanthemum, daisy, fuck!
Can only think of nine, the age that love kicked my nuts.
Why did you have to go to California, Laura?
And no time for a flower or kiss or ninth birthday wish.
That day I found out, I want you to know Sherri told me,
And at recess I didn't play kickball or swing or dream.
I walked into the field with a feeling I'd never heard of.
And I knew my throat's lump meant more to come.
I looked up at the furrowed clouds, love's eyebrows,
Looking pissed, but time has taught perspective,
A gift I couldn't have known at nine, and time
Has brought a fresh bouquet of gratitude to my days,
And now new lover with Laura's hair and unnamed
Tenth toe, how about this one, thankyou both.