Laughter twinkling at the bottom of the pavement,
Bubbling up silent; knowing, growing.
Not yet…
Cracking under the surface.
Can’t keep down.
Night flies over,
And the sun comes up
On a renegade daisy in the sidewalk.
She hands the pavement an “I told you so” look.
The greysome weight blinks up at her sunny mane.
A pair of curious eyes stoops down.
“How’d you—”
“Yup,” she grins, “Bet you didn’t see that coming.”
Giggles all around.