Virescence

It’s here. It’s here. Tree branches all knobby with approaching buds. Me with my early morning eyes open staring at dawn, it’s a different light and you know it as it lands on your tongue but not before. Take long, soothing runs along inviting rivers, stop to look at flowers because somewhere in our hearts we are all six years old a little bit. Every night so tired but it’s only pollen in your lungs it’s only your body paused for so long it’s forgotten how the machinery works when the fuel is joy. I smile in the streets at strangers again just you try and stop me. There’s a seat at this table with my name on it and I haven’t eaten in months bring it on.