Daffodil

If I imagine all time sequestered in the fold of a daffodil,
Close to the desire of sitting next to someone,
It's like a trip uptown and then one downtown,
And my door is open to the revenge of snow.
Clasp me as a trumpet seeks release,
I should see daydreams in eyes
All aflutter and simplified down,
The stores and all the other places we settle down to.