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At The Clue Store In The Mall

by Nancy Ames

(Maybe you can get one there.)

She's got one small adorable
song in her head
and she can't wait to hear
what her other friend said.

But - like - why is the garden store
so full of all those daffodils?
Why do they seem to smile and try to
hide their terror of this blossoming sun?

It's because of a long summer day
and the heat that kills
every bright-eyed little flower
who has no legs to run.


Author's Note: Innocent of history, they are like cut flowers, decorative, rootless and doomed...

Posted on 05/02/2008
Copyright © 2020 Nancy Ames

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kimberly Bare on 05/02/08 at 01:34 AM

wow! :)

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/02/08 at 02:28 PM

This could be a beginning to an intriguing, scary tale.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/03/08 at 08:33 PM

And in our own way are we not like those flowers? Excellent reality check Nancy, especially applicabel to adolencence.

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