all those daffs.

he arrives here and there
As he tends to do
makes straight for out back
While I brew us a brew
I join him just     
as his expertise Blooms   
We talk shit for a while
Same old ways we don't chose

we pull deeply on vapes
acknowledge the Spring    Sun is

Warm on our faces
a red robin sings
there's a robin he says and we
Quietly watch 
with a reverence to most things 
Entirely lost   
I called at the grave he

Eventually says    I never left
Flowers
saw you'd already laid

all those daffs.     

We talk shite
for a while all the ways we
Don't choose
pull deeply on vapes. Two teas
steep and cool    Out of steam

M ~