daffodils still dance

and blue weeds sparkle in a sea
of green grass
tiny sprouts of green grass
flowing fields of wild flowers
and weeds seeking
pleasure pleasure-seeking
in a swaying breeze
amid the singing
of birds oh
the birds singing such trickling
melodies tight springing chords
of the sugary sweet
decadence and honey,
dark molasses, hushed
sugar coated fingertips,
that sticky pollen sensation
of spring.

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