Daffodils
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Daffodils
by Theresa Abalos
Today I looked at
the daffodils and
they were just daffodils.
I stood for a moment, and grieved.
Is this life? Every day
losing another dream
to the despot of
Human greatness?
How heavily it breathes,
This withering tyrant!
It looms o’er my shoulder,
and scorns my gauzy laurels.
They’re absurd, these clumsy
daffodils, scattered like
Leaves in the howling wind.
They faded long ago.
Yet I swear they were like stars
Before the wind blew.
But before Man’s symphony,
my fantasies turn to shadows.
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