Poetry
April
Spring
When flowers poem grass green.
trees rant green poems in the park in the streets
of sentimental optimistic leaves arriving.
Birds sing poems of how the worm is good,
worms wriggle of how the beak is part of the plan.
sky breaks
into poem all powder blue
and vivid white
for a moment
it feels like summer
but it is Spring
prepairing us for summer
shaking the earth alive
beer gardens come into blossom
people wardrobe coats.
The faces smile a poem
and it is hard to feel
all bukowski with the world
in weather like this.
dandelions nod their heads.
birds dot from wire to wire
like they are
beloved homosexuals
in a game of playful tag.
families of bees
scoop honey from
trumpet heads.
the beer is rye and sweet and cool.
the stream rushes more enthusiastically.
cats take to lounging outside
curtains are spread apart
windows opened
April reluctantly
makes a pessimist
lighten up.
men shake hands
in the evening
and the women hug
each other.
It is sweet
to be Aprilled.
The spring
answers the
questions
wintered posed.
Conversation and Pie
