a little folly

spring comes 

alien this year 

it seems like 

a person unmet

one i’d seen before 

but still!

a name i didn’t expect

on the guest list.

and why did it sneak out 

of a bedroom window

to party with a goose step or

hellfire or the long sleepwalk or

any other cliche you’d

guess you’d read 

next?

and yet.

with the postman this morning 

and my letters in his hands

and the daffodil behind him

and in the milk i drank

it came with a boombox

wanting less to be a stranger

no longer a stranger

for me.