Colonial hillside, flashes of purple, yellow, white
Familiar landscapes embedded in my mind
Wind still chilly and temporary.
Bluest sky misleads me. White sunlight betrays.
Seeing the flowers crushed nonchalantly underfoot
reminds me of the quickly passing time.
Rabbits and ducklings in their obscene pastels
litter the aisles of every store.
Gorgeous little dresses with their pink and purple sashes.
Restaurants and memories fading quickly.
Everything will melt into the ocean soon.
Everyone will complain about the hot, hot sun.
I will stay staring at the colonial hillside
Crocuses amidst the dirty black snow clumps
Coke cans rolling along the curbside.