she pondered the pointiness of the grass

we agreed the grass was enthusiastic
that we had a few days without snow, temperatures
soaring into the 70's.
I did look at her oddly, though when she pointed
to the green in her garden and asked did I notice how
pointy the green stuff was.
What green stuff, oh, the grape hyacinths, their tall spiked
slender leaves reaching up through the grass,  long having
dropped their flowers, but thought what
an odd duck she really is, how adorable,
but odd.
oh, the grass is pointy, she noted as
she pondered that it was probably because
it had not yet been mowed.
She's a brilliant one, that one, the adorable
one who lives a couple houses down,
yes, you know, that one.

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