Sometimes I think 
that we think 
that when blossom
goes to bloom
it is thinking 
hey hello world 
look at me 
when in fact 
what it’s likely 
thinking is oh
I’m just one 
in an ocean 
of infinite bliss 
and of beauty 

I can hear
the distant crunch
of late season 
snow under tires 
and I imagine 
it is what 
a big bowl 
of hot chili
hears right before 
it says here
comes the crackers 

But I’ve 
done that
and now 
I am 
doing this 
and both 
are just 
as nice 
as the 
other one 
and isn’t 
that after
all happiness 

Lazy day Sunday 
when the sun
takes its time 
to slowly rise
and the coffee 
that’s usually so
eager can wait
no need to 
dust off sleep 
for days like 
these are made 
for more kisses