Daffodils soon.
Those nestled up against
the east wall of the house,
tucked between the bare cement
front porch and storm-cellar-like
basement door,
chose Holy Week a fitting time
to send up buds and Easter weekend
to rejoice with happy butter-wrapped
sunshine faces.
But those out huddled near the sidewalk
have only just begun to wave
rocket-ship buds on slender stalks
having taken longer to awaken from
months-long slumber and spear up through
slowly thawing, cold, hard earth.
Soon, daffodils.
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