Wednesday, April 26, 2017


At last—those holy city
parks and

full of yellow
and orange,

full of pink,
red, and violet-
striped lollipop tulips—

are beginning
to shrug
and wilt

and lose
their neat,
laconic integrity.

What a sweet
and lazy relief

to see their humid
tiaras slip,

to watch them crumple
and rumple,
and melt—

and finally start
to look

just as guilty
as the rest of us.