March sun so warm
I almost believe those yellow flowers
are real.
*
Apricot trees
in first bloom, white and white,
but that is somewhere else.
*
I wish I had
no occasion to send tulips
to room 109.
*
Under microscopes
mutant cells blossom
forget me nots
*
She hands me
a dandelion—an hour later
gold still in my hand.
*
Scent of spring—
even the shadows
grow buds.
