Tuesday, January 26, 2016
The Daisy
Laid off from the latest.
Got three-month contractor gig,
starting next month.
So Jensy and I and her little Rita
took a week in the mountains,
before the ski bums even thought
of marching in.
The boy at the desk told Rita:
still a few flowers in the little
copse next to the hotel.
He had seen a daisy.
Rita itched to go there, but
we held her for breakfast.
She had insisted on wearing
her pink party dress.
Kind of frilly pinafore thing, and
so Jensy asked her to change
before...
But no go, so off she went
as we watched from the
almost chilly porch.
We could see pink swatches,
mostly bending, and irregular
snow bits shaken loose.
Returned with the daisy, scarlet
face a mass of triumphant tears.
We joined in.
Labels: contractor, contractor economy, employment insecurity, fired, laid off, ski, vacation
