The vase of daffodils
sunshine in a jar
lasted a week on the countertop.
The red tulips matched her dress
and his bow tie.
Easter finery and greening grass
matted and soft underfoot
await the resurrection.
awaits a footing and a stone.
Why not believe as Camus did in French verse—
that two can become reunited as one.
Inspired to breathe by the Tuesday Platform, and in need of music and garden toads,
I ask, why not?