2007/daffodil

First daffodil blooms,
on the street side of the house.
I’ve been watching the pots
at the back,
the ones I see from the couch.
A watched pot never blooms.
Last night another rain.
The potted Christmas tree glistens.
All the plants that didn’t die
in the frost washed clean.
I drink hot water from a floral cup,
an English cup my friend bought
in France.
Hoping to loosen the grip of eggs
and cheese I wish I hadn’t eaten.
To cleanse, renew, wash clean.

2/13/07