i'm taking a class based entirely on robert frost. huzzah for nature:

[eml]

stealing daffodils

the sun has sunk below the city skyline
to awaken the grey pacific
and grow flowers elsewhere
the people and their bustle
have slid up front steps, away behind closed doors
to tend and keep their own secrets-
meanwhile she ran-walked through
the newly nighted city
shoes echoing rhythmically down the sidewalks of symphony
unseen by god or karma, not even aliens,
unseen by campus authorities, even humans
(oh they never saw much anyway, did they)
but every gold streetlamp in sight
every blue tv behind the shades, flickering bright
caught the light
of mischief in her eyes
and daffodils in her hand.