February 29th And The Hard Boiled Egg

And all these tears
that I have steamed whilst
sitting here

This past year
and a day
has caught up with me

*

I'm sporting a recognised grin

Because there are better outs
than the ultimate route
I've been drawing

There was a map
dear room
that hypnotised me
through seasons
and played tricks with
my weather

*

Staring out the window this morning
without biting my bottom lip

I see blossom on my tree
the snow is melting

Someone tells a joke on the radio
and I'm laughing
leaping at last

I've cracked the hard boiled egg