April 12th And The Hard Boiled Egg

And all these tears
that I have steamed whilst
sitting here

These past years
and a day
have caught up with me

My runaway trains

*

I'm sporting a recognised grin

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

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 winter is melting

*

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

I've cracked the hard boiled egg