Daffodils Where The Girls

The daffodils
where the girls
play sisters

& chalk rainbows
over their drive, on the throne
of light that makes it through

the trees,
stand up straight to
celebrate in fashion—

waving all at once
to the same joyous
pedestrian she smiled at.

The daffodils growing
upon the lips
of the sea

where the grass
turns its cheek, the dry soil
& wind-battered,

are in mourning
; gathered in rings
around the headless

limp & decayed, their
wet morning petals
faced away celebration.