The fear of a frost
Has fled our minds.
I sit in full sun
Pale, after a long winter.
Chinese forget-me-nots
Peek through the ground
Send word to the california bluebell
The time is now

Our city is on fire
I believe we will die like the Phoenix
And be born anew

Light is shining
On the dark side
Of society,
Reform is a long and winding road
True healing comes at
the price of uncomfortable
recognition.
But there is pleasure
in the pain
It is a precursor to growth
As a country
As a city
As an individual

There is another pandemic
Sweeping across the country
The more pigment you have
The more you're at risk
If you disobey
You die
There is no end in sight

I heard there are riots
downtown for George
Chauvin is going to fry
In more ways than one.
I don't think it will make things better.
But it's a start

It has been
a long time
  since I worked.
I don't miss
doing the work
  or waking up at 4 AM,
But I do
miss the taste
  of a well earned beer.