Nolo contendere, so it must be spring, just one daffodil standing,
Gothic non being, lonely contexts & forsythia’s juvenilia, pancake brown.

No good acid, no sulfur brown, no browns in hidden rounds
or flexible spite.

I’m not sure it’s inclusive or scrambled enough if we differentiate among them,
& besides, why be preoccupied with peculiarities?

Nobody has to talk to me about me. I see what no means. This island,
the water rosy cast.

Poll these opinions. No contest.