March

"I know you're sitting in a sun spot..."

Yellow is his favorite color:

his sweatshirt vibrated

as brightly as the sun,

absorbing his feverish scribbling.

And now I see that the

sensation of warmth

and of life

and of spring

has bloomed a

timid,

vivid,

burst of color:

a daisy,

from the beams escaping

his luminescent attire.

"...and that makes you happy."