THIS IS HOW
this is how we emerge from winter
shoes worn out,
needing a haircut,
sloppy, unshaven,
unready.
but the buds are ready.
and the world welcomes us
anyway.
MAGNOLIA
Magnolia,
why did you not send me a letter?
I wanted to know
the
moment
your blossoms burst!
DAILY
Daily
I have to resist kissing things
Daily things,
things I pass
Bicycles, and trees
with little longing souls
sending out little buds
that break
like popcorn
and bloom
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