this afternoon i was so damn happy
for spring. i pushed aside my dead tulip plant,
opened our cutie french windows
onto our cutie little west-village-newly-referbished-for-the-rich-park
and let the sun spread like a blob-thing into our room
like something ambiguous
something not quite brilliant,
but not to be underestimated.
it defined with contrast what was a pile of dirty laundry
and what was not,
bouncing off every hard thing (the tv, playstation, and more)
yet held them tight in a sort of warm embrace
of a cozy, fuzzy, nuzzling glowing,
and i thought ah... for a moment
these things might be holy.
upon closer inspection
it was just dust.