Impossibly
after the last vestiges
of a pale, malingerng
winter have mercifully
dissolved
the relentless
interrogating
ultraviolet light
of this April afternoon
seems not as appealing
as the sight of
a rolly-polly, smiling sun
attired in shades,
he gazes up at me
from the sidewalk
and I marvel at the fact
that I am so moved
as to stop and smile
at this impromptu, tentative
pastel chalk circle
labeled, with love
'welcome spring'
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