Tushy of The Daffodils

Daffs are one of those ubiquitous flowers that I used to detest. They are everywhere at this time of year. Poems about them haven't moved me. Sunday walking through Central Park, I discovered something about a daffodil I do like: their back side. Suddenly a flower I've known all my life, looked different, interesting...the connection of stem to petal turned this very ordinary bulb into a mysterious funnel.

I realized I had been rear-ended by a daffodil.