examination
standing in spring rain
next to the gate–who listens?
roses in streetlight
standing in spring rain
next to the gate–who listens?
roses in streetlight
it’s worth celebrating–
the tree in the parking strip
no longer needs its prop
unseasonably hot,
the language is unfamiliar, but
the joy is unmistakable
failing to be quiet,
i eat potato chips and write
a poem while they snore.
arriving late to bring the boy to school—
an impromptu neighborhood meeting occurs.
i’m not the only one inspired to start a band
by this spring morning’s young songbirds.