APRIL IN THE SUBURBS
Such a racket outside
now that winter snows
have finally melted.
Impatience gives way to noise.
Bundled-up has become stripped down.
It’s only fifty five degrees
and yet the consensus
is that the back yard is South Beach.
Buds are barely popping.
They know it’s early spring
and not mid-summer.
But sun sticks around
like there really is a call here
for its brilliance.
And the breeze is no longer
March bad-tempered.
What was once ice
is now just morass.
Not the best resolution
but it suits the young well enough.
