This first hard spring rain
has washed away my blue sky,
leaving mottled gray skies
where tendrils of melancholy
reach down
trying to touch my smile.
I fight back
with a yellow daffodil
clutched in my hand like a sword
and a running start across a field of
verdant green
sliding in
to cover my knees in sorrows mortal enemy-
grass stains.
I smile.
Victorious.
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