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A Hard Lesson You’ve got no reason to pick the flower. Might as well tell somebody how to love. The best part is its wholeness, how it grows there unassisted. Perfect symmetry. It comes in waves. The sadness of old clothes thick piles of paper. How they remind you of everyone you used to be. Maybe another language has a word for this. It's springtime delicious. Outside, we race against the intervals of a sump pump. I'm drawing a hopscotch in sidewalk chalk. She never gets tired of laughing. Teach me to celebrate. A singular tulip, its stem content in a tangle of rain.

Spring break is over, and the cruelest month nears. Here's a sort of sonnet for Sunday in celebration of this temporal sweet spot when the flowers are here to do their thing, but the rain hasn't left, and the air is still cool.

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