Day 9: NaPoMo 30 Thoughts in 30 Days

Spring is different in the city;
still holds you sweetly
in bright budding palm,
feathered fellows serve up
the dawn chorus
and earthy strokes of grass
frame morning walks
to the bus stop.
But tension
also rises with day and
possibility is dictated
mandated and groomed
for immediate removal.

Most of us push
along side it ’til our
transfers expire and
stock the icebox with
hog cheese and pickled peppers,
flavors and folly that make babies
and fuel fights
quenched by tall cans
and staining shaved ice.

City spring breathes
deep into me;
just a fine ass flirt.
Shucks and jives me
into believing
in me again.


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