Spring Stirs Me In The Most Peculiar Way (I Am So Impatient for Flowers)

Capiz shell wind chimes
(I got them from Galveston)
And chimes mad out of
recycled green glass…

Whenever the wind passes by
it sounds like I have a visitor.
My heart rushes down the steps
of its corridor to answer the door.

Pre-party jitters, the anticipation of
greeting them all with a smile and a hug:
I am so impatient for the flowers to bloom!
And love.

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