I have a thing for daffodils. They are the first flowers of spring in my neighborhood, and they crop up in odd places.
Last year, a poem I wrote about daffodils was chosen to be displayed as public art in the Golden Triangle District of Washington, D.C.
This year, I entered the same contest. Again, I didn’t win, but it was yet another poem about daffodils that was chosen for publication in this unusual and clever fashion. I hope they place my poem next to an errant daffodil.
You can read the winning contest entries here, along with other poems, like mine, that were also chosen for display.