I scratched after broken sun
Smothering it to my chest
when it came.
Wind wants, whispering down
south, boney, hot, honey-suckled
Making whitened pink-face
Spring penetrates opened windows ajar
Reuniting catnaps, stilled dresses warm on the floor.
I set a lip to Spring’s
I left a ripe print
Black and yellow lovers hum,
seeking sweet excess droplets to find
I wand them away with day old dandelions,
Blow the white dying wishes before they’ve all gone.