Friday, February 15, 2008


Forced blooms,
tiny daffodils live their kitchen table existence
green stalks straining awkwardly toward the window
not aware or not caring
that beyond lies cold, snow, and death.
Even days later,
the delicate petals dry, brown and withering
still reach with heart breaking determination toward the sun
perhaps no longer for survival
but for joy.

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