In curtains and waves
cold hands colder hands
hold one another down
rain and rainer breathe fog
blanket cloys with shiver
Tulips slur jokes
into cones of daffodils
they break through
deaf clay to hear
Birds! Birds! Birds!
yelling at the sky
Muscle strummed quakes
still gooseflesh to still
the pavement's colding sweat will burn
Watch your buds breaking
it is coming
but please while it is wet
wear a coat
