Spring does not occur
in verdant shocks and celebrations
of garden blooms and animals fucking
it's a slow parade
it's a hostage situation
there is a crow
dodging traffic for roadkill
there is a boy
who loves a girl who doesn't love him
The Twilight Man
finally learns how to cross the street
alongside school children
The thin ice
which still resides
on the concrete
dares you to be the first to traverse it
and the snowbanks
which lay before you
feign alpine hazard
and I wonder what the naked tree branches are saying
as they reach for the sky with twisted fingertips
with their meteorological braille
we confuse for variations of shade
they say give us back the sun
and we'll give you our leaves
there is a book in each tree we do not cut down
and we read it as we breathe
a forest is a library we breathe
Spring is resolving hostage negotiations.