daffodil hops over
its clay pot
knocking across the tabletop
it flexes & bends its stem
it cocks one leaf where its hip would be
& waves the other one angrily
daffodil thrusts its flower-head forward
and chatters something out in
blossom-speak
i don't understand
i only catch the bit about
"all the bone-meal ya got or
you'll be sleepin wif da fishes tonite!"
as one curled-up leaf-fist
gestures to the goldfish bowl.
i do my own flower-walk
my own blossom-talk
i say
"you talkin ta me?"
"you talkin ta ME?"
& with one quick motion i pop off the
daffodil's flower-head
and stuff it in my mouth
chew&swallow
one petal still stuck to my lips.
ain't no garden variety daffodil
no jonquil bully as gonna
push me around!
not when flowers are my favorite candy.
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