Pixels and Daffodils

Dancing under
mechanical trees,
upon plastic leaves
a girl daydreams
about daffodils
painted on a lake.
The cold water
tickles her feet,
as she wavers
through
motorized wind
programmed by
the computer.
Double click, and
willow trees appear
on the island,
blankets and picnic
baskets equipped
with families are
pasted.
A pretend lucid dream:
it is real. Wet eyes
blink, close and
reopen again to a
defrosted
memory between
green grass and
cotton candy.
Magic, a taste of a
child misplaced
on the winding
staircase of time,
grasping a synthetic
hand. Fingers
shawl fingers, voices
dive into ears.
A flash of yellow
flowers, a whistle
now in the distance,
backspacing into
frozen breath.
Time is up,
the screen goes
black until she
moves the mouse
again.