They Raise a Song For Spring | Because it’s National Poetry Month


She was roused
as the little dinosaurs
flew in her bed.
Making merry
in the pink folds
of the mexican blanket.

They raise a song for spring.

The window facing north
invites the cool morning sun.
The white rays skating across
the wooden floor
filling the belly
of a wandering jew.

A yellow and orange sign
hangs outside the sill
alerting us
of her soiled clothes.
This cleaner is open for business.

The car alarm screaming in the street
over and over
a repeating siren
alarming no one.

And she showers
chanting for success
and creativity.

While the little dinosaurs
make merry
in the pink folds
of the mexcan blanket.

They raise a song for spring.

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