Little horns of sunshine
exclaiming on my table,
‘Daffodils mean spring!’
Little horns of sunshine
exclaiming on my table,
‘Daffodils mean spring!’
I thought I knew
what was coming next,
but all I know
is nothing is what I expect.
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Dogs snore
beside me as I lie
white plastered foot
elevated on pillows like a crown.
Royal pain.