the platitudes of willful resemblance

Sunday,
for a change I am not writing about a death,
if one has happened I am unaware of it.

Early Morning – Chicago

I have trouble recognizing
     daffodils on mornings
     full of river hyacinth;
or rusted wheel barrows
     with flattened tires
 on mornings of daffodils.

 – Hoc Scripsi