beckoning...

beyond the spread of winter
slept the breathy sweat of spring:

tulips pushed through mud,
stemming upward,
flanked by the beginnings of
gladiolas, daffodils,
& other delicate things,
all with the weight,
the texture,
of paper.

(cherry blossoms fell, like confetti).

/it wasn't may. it wasn't even march.

but the sun was warm, and the yard was quiet.

so she stripped off her clothes, tossing them into the dirt.

laid down naked on the warm concrete &

let the heat seep into her skin/