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Some of us just can't help ourselves—a little warmth, and we're goners. Oil on canvas, 38 x 41"
Crocus Explains by Stephen Dunn
I remember a few March afternoons
when I thought I was in the presence
of God—beneficence one moment,
a sudden disappearance the next.
But what feels good feels good
is one of those thruisms I rise to.
When touched just right,
I've been known to risk everything.
Yes, I've often mistaken a hint
for a promis, but so be it.
Otherwise I'd be a perpetual
stay-at-home, forever waiting
for a sign that says, "It's safe now."
Some of us just can't help ourselves—
a little warmth, and we're goners.