tiny yellow flowers are winking at me
very slowly

every morning they get started
like a long slow yawn
stretching
stretching
stretching
their little petals wide

around midday they’re open and alert
looking around curiously at their neighbors
the grass
and saying hello to me on my lunch break

then they get sleepy
starting to close up shop at dusk
good night now, they sing softly,
sweet dreams
closing
closing
closing
their delicate lashes as the sun slips away

the daily blink