Spring

[Don’t know what to do with this poem. Can’t seem to fix it.]

A kiss is planted
for the party. For

a blossoming in the morning, put
the flowers to bed with love, and
let the sun receive them with glee
yes

it casts
easy mellow spells in the sky:

billowing pillows thrown
like cloudy hats
and marshmallows

sprung from
a bouncing bed

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