The seasons of Spring are

floating by like pollen.

Newly born tulips sway serene

in tended gardens,

people are laughing by the gazebo,

and chaos is yawning.

Muddy needles pulled up from the roots

while elderly and mentally ill angels try not to get pricked,

they  flour seeds on softened dirt near blinding apartments
four stories high
with half their windows open.

Belle and Sebastian is playing
while twelve of us exist within a swift minute, visually explaining
(even if unintentionally)
why we keep going. Why it's important to keep going.

A tennis ball is being thrown around
and for a rare moment I forget
a majority of planet earth is irreparably damaged
or that somebody dies every second
(over six thousand an hour)


I enjoy this revelry smiling.