Such a wet, grey day
in January, just a few weeks
before the year of the monkey.
So why not give in to the whim?
The monkey is spontaneous;
the monkey would understand
the notion of the swerve,
the vivid pull of bright
yellow. It’s only a basket
of primroses on the store shelf.
Kept at room temperatures,
yet they are short-lived.
At most, six months
indoors. The plants fade
with the last of the blossoms,
then shrivel back into the sod.
Yes? No? Yes? Sometimes
it comes down to how close
that spongy bed feels, how
moist or dry its gaping heart.
In response to Via Negativa: Miners.