and lush
and smells clean after a spring shower as
you wait for him on park bench
cool air pleading for warm sun
two robins hop on grass
pulling fat worms from the moist ground
and then he shows up
wearing that pork pie hat
pencil thin moustache
above uncertain smile
you begin your walk
at a slow steady pace
so you can enjoy the trees
and first flowers of spring
he seems to revel in every sight and sound
and chats quickly
not missing a single important
dynamic
along the way
he refers to the truth of
spring
in the world
the birth
the rightness of rain
the chill of the wind
the welcome warmth of sun
and then he turns
and you see his eyes
under the brim of that hat
pleading
pleading
pleading…
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