I think they’re brown eyed susans, she said.
We took an exit off the Interstate and stopped at the bottom of the ramp to turn left.
The median next to me was filled with yellow flowers waving in the wind of the cars and trucks passing a couple dozen yards away.
I wasn’t sure what they were called.
Brown eye daisies, brown eye Susan’s, or even some Latin nam…
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