Daffodil Rag
Daffodil Rag
Free, at last free
from the desk and that phone –
free to run down the stairs and outside!
All day I watched
spring stretch in the sunshine
from the business as usual office upstairs.
How easy, how simple,
to look at life walking,
coughing, running, holding it’s hat.
How peacefully sheltered
the plate glass tombs keep us
from sunshine, the wind – the rumpus of spring.
But, five o’clock comes
setting me free again
to run greet the wind, waiting for me.
Opening the door,
the wind grabs my hand
then laughingly pulls me down crowded streets.
We dance with the daffodils
nodding their approval –
smiling at the mischief of spring.
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