Sunday, September 2, 2012

Dancing Flowers

It is a late summer Sunday morning
   cool breeze
   warm sun

My youngest daughters
Play on the back patio
    in their PJs
    pink and green flash across the patio door

I join them
   sitting on the steps with a cup of coffee

“Look at this, Daddy”
    a rock
    a blade of grass
    in their hands

“Watch this, Daddy”
    as they run
    as they jump
    in the grass

They begin to dance
The sun shines into my eyes
I have to squint to see them
   but I swear
   if flowers could move
      they would dance like my daughters

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