NaPoWriMo 17



She walks
down the street
as she goes

to all that is
around her–
the pear trees
with their fistfuls of buds
the air and bees,
the daffodils nodding yes
and no, but mostly no.
Suddenly she stops

mouth agape, eyes
fixed on the tiny screen.
She types frantically
and hits send, a smile
curling the edges of her mouth.
I walk toward her

willing her to look up.
The daffodils
hold their breath
until she passes
before they begin

to nod again,
mostly yes.

Patti McCarty 2009


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