Tulips

The tulips were waiting,

On the other side of the door this evening
while the sky was widening with the idea of night
and the dogs were being walked,
the crickets coming to life.
The tulips were waiting.

Purple and yellow bells.
Cups of colour
seeking out the light.

They grew quiet when they heard the key in the lock.
Only stretching out towards me
as if to exclaim "Hello!"
with childish excitement.

Bowing and reaching
their long clever limbs,
we said good night,
more politely.

Skye Katzeff 2012


xxx elle