it is finally finally finally
warm - kind of,
sunshine / soft rain / sixty degrees with a brisk step to it
that makes me think nobody but Vermonters who miss the days
of tap step / crocuses / daffodils buried in snow
would enjoy our finally finally finally
spring.
the permanent marker squeaks across the page black sharpie mimic the scream rage & awareness & hands off hands off hands OFF MY BODY you call this democracy?
it's snowing,
again,
and through the endless endless white and the soft ticking of the grandfather clock
on the wall i halfheartedly wonder what the cardinal
in the bird feeder thinks of this.
My grandmother never cut flowers with scissors, raised her nonexistent eyebrows plucked beyond all veins of recognition, blinked one eye fishlike & said a knife was all she needed.
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Eek, it is here! And the daffodils popping through the snow have been such a sight these past couple weeks, I love that detail! Thank you for sharing this.
We might need to wait for finally finally finally finally spring...
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