The Grass has impaled the Ice
And now Feasts upon its Kill.
And like Clover Honey
Kept idle on the Windowsill
The Sun Reigns down.

And My New Neighbors
Are Met by the view of my Bare Triceps
Of My Calves and Shins
Screaming in White
Screaming their Praises to the Sun
As it Reclaims them
In dying them back to the Earthen Brown
As when I was a Child.

And No matter what the Doctors say
The Red and Brown now Radiate from my Skin,
And I finally feel
Better.