Flop
Outside the daffodils flop
or maybe they genuflect
to something unseen,
outside of my vain complaints
of a blighted life,
a gift that I actively sought
in some stupor or sleep,
although don’t get me wrong
I’ll take it as it is –
like the daffodil does
which will not change
© copyright David Francis Barker 2011
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