April Morning

by nicolecallihan

You know it’s a good day
when you wake up
and you’re out of milk
so you slip on your jacket
to run to the deli
and you open the front door
and spring just engulfs you.

The air is perfect;
the flowers bloom;
the old man tips his hat,
and the deli guy beams.
Gonna be a beauty, he says,
and you nod your head wildly–
the fresh cold milk,
its own sweet promise–
an absolute beauty.