Night Daffodil

A night walk down the path

to fortitude, waxing bright

as the waning cream smile

keeping company with her

open face, a headstrong daffodil

struck out to last beyond

the dark, far from Herrick

and Wordsworth, still

dancing defiantly

to a meadow’s southern tune

 

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