Spring
by Anna Bishop
April 25, 2011

I sit on the porch
With a bee on my leg.
You would have flicked it away;
I didn’t.

I run in the field,
Cosmos brushing against my knees.   
You would have scratched;
I wouldn’t.

If you think joy is in money,
It isn’t.

Or happiness comes in boxes,
It doesn’t.

Joy is a gift,
But it’s free,
No price tags.

Sometimes people don’t realize
That what they are looking for
is right in front of them;

Right in front of you.

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Spring