one day into Spring

I let Old Man Winter stay one last day. This morning, after loading his dripping suitcase into the trunk, I drove him down to the bus station and then kicked him in the ass, water dripping from beneath his overcoat. He dropped his cardboard suitcase on the brick sidewalk causing it to burst open, its contents spilling. Ice cube trays and my copy of Sports Illustrated Swimsuit fell out. It was soggy and ruined. I kicked him again. He started to cry, plus his hair was dripping. I said, "your hair is dripping." He just shoved his old hat down further. And the bus driver made him sit up front. I noticed he got on the wrong bus and was heading south.

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Spring
(Lord Alfred Tennyson)Now fades the last long streak of snow,
Now burgeons every maze of quick
About the flowering squares, and thick
By ashen roots the violets blow.

Now rings the woodland loud and long,
The distance takes a lovelier hue,
And drowned in yonder living blue
The lark becomes a sightless song.

Now dance the lights on lawn and lea,
The flocks are whiter down the vale,
And milkier every milky sail,
On winding stream or distant sea;

Where now the seamew pipes, or dives
In yonder greening gleam, and fly
The happy birds, that change their sky
To build and brood, that live their lives

From land to land; and in my breast
Spring wakens too: and my regret
Become an April violet,
And buds and blossoms like the rest.