Even when you forget about the crocuses,
and spend your time worrying about
how the internet's gone down,
or needing to schedule a colonoscopy,
they come back. While you notice
your hair graying, and your
wrinkles signing a 30 year mortgage to your face,
they poke their sunny purple noggins into sight.
When Super Tuesday fills your mind,
or you start thinking about the new deck
furniture you will have to buy,
the crocuses say come here
out of your faithless faltering,
get down low, bend your head,
bow down to the earth, right here is beauty.
What else could possible matter?
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