Just a note

Just a note to decipher the subtext of the text...to reevaluate the coming of spring and the far from inevitable presence of tulips, to ruminate on the presence of golden-capped kinglets foraging among bits of straw and the smiles of a very small friend who kicks me in the stomach at night, loves Gravedigger, nestles gently into her mothers arms to stoner rock radio at night. A tail light is fixed, a baby is born, quiche is not made. Buttons are an anachronism. Dopamine is in short supply, for want of a beast to hunt or a damsel to save, but the sword is still sharp. Love remains. As does rain.