Sunday, 13 August 2017

Eleven Daffodils

by Meryl Natchez


What am I to make
of these daffodils,
perfumed strumpets, picked
who knows where
by who knows whom
possibly genetically
modified, commercially
fertilized, spritzed
with pesticide?

These questions did not arise
when I tossed
the budded stems
in my shopping cart
on a chill afternoon:
essence of spring
for a dollar twenty-nine.

Now they sit
and radiate scent,
molecules of daffodil
mixing it up
with molecules of oxygen
all about my desk
until I am dizzy
with this year’s crop
of praise
and regret.


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“Eleven Daffodils” first appeared in Canary, Spring 2014.