If daffodils could have
swagger, my daffodils
would be John fucking
Wayne, punching his
shoulders through the late
snow, downing a shot of
sunshine, spitting at the
wind trying to drive him to
his knees, marching point
on the frontier of spring,
whipping winter in
final, humbling defeat.
BIO
F. John Sharp lives and works in the Cleveland, Ohio area. His poetry and fiction have been widely published in both print and electronic form, and he is the fiction editor for RightHandPointing.com. He can be found at FJohnSharp.com, usually having a sandwich.