A Collaborative Reflection:
Spring–winter’s damp leftovers
Reheated in the open sky’s warmth,
both soul and blossom burst forth, and
explosive stains remain on the microwave’s interior.
Warm the Petrie dish
And watch the fractal
Growth of bacteria
Or just do the same from
Space, as plants and
Humans come outside
And into each other.
Winter left them alone
And isolated, but spring
Is when they feel it.
As Sun returns to the Northern Hemisphere,
Groundwater table rises:
Only to be re-drained again,
It snowed 3 inches this week,
But what good is snow to your hidden, thirsting roots?
Couldn’t use it anyways. So-
Maybe, I’ll build a home for us in some faraway, coniferous forest,
Where it rains once a week,
That way, you can have your garden,
Though it will be too damn hot for work then,
And you know I can’t be trusted when I drink,