always seems leaning forward
you walk the park path
daffodils blooming all around
those are my favourite he says
voice clean and clear
you ask why and he smiles
bending at the knee bending
over
to touch one
the yellow flower soft in his hand
I like the random order
the way they announce
the wonder of life the truth of spring
the delicate way that they look ahead
he stands up black jacket
casual around his shoulders
and he looks at you
eyes holding you
and you lean with him towards
the next turn in the path
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