He calls them his grapes, purple hyacinth, pockets lined with them, teeth stained. They are part of his treasures alongside gravel rocks, cool mulch the tulip he picked that I didn't know about, daffodil leaves, bark smoothed down into simple shapes. They are part of a future grown by hands dirtied in joy's gloveless abandon. He pets the petals not just treasures, but close friends alongside Mr. Robin, ladybugs, and snails. The neighbor’s old dogs, stray cats, the two hawks circling backyard bunnies building homes beneath my collapsing shed. I want to cry out “Behold the bounty of Spring!” when I see it rise the love he has for this world, everyday growing larger.
So this was supposed to be just a #haiku or a #senryu.... but then it grew into a #tanka, that needed to partly become a #listpoem, then the #future got involved somehow. Enjoy? 😅
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