Such a wet, grey day
in January, just a few weeks

before the year of the monkey.
So why not give in to the whim?

The monkey is spontaneous;
the monkey would understand

the notion of the swerve,
the vivid pull of bright

yellow. It’s only a basket
of primroses on the store shelf.

Kept at room temperatures,
yet they are short-lived.

At most, six months
indoors. The plants fade

with the last of the blossoms,
then shrivel back into the sod.

Yes? No? Yes? Sometimes
it comes down to how close

that spongy bed feels, how
moist or dry its gaping heart.


In response to Via Negativa: Miners.

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