the daffodils are all smiling at you

yesterday the sun was warm and orange
through the windows
and we had them all cracked
open with cockamamie things like paint cans and tupperwares full of brown
sugar and old ipod shipping boxes
to let the breeze in

the new housemate cleared out
the old attic
and there are fifty years worth of artifacts pushed up
against my hedge
it's cool stuff too
he's a cool man
a cool poet
i should introduce him to tim and they'd get along
like a house on fire
as my dad would say

this is spring
and i have thirty days left in the small city
and they are going to be good
damn it

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