04-13-2018, 10:30 PM
Secrets and Lies
Spring is a month tardy.
There are still bits of snow
where there should be shoots of green
and the birds don't give a shit
that the mailman has aged
a decade this year.
They've been chirping their hallelujahs
since four-forty-five
like it's the first morning ever,
and I have to be at work soon.
Spring is a month tardy.
There are still bits of snow
where there should be shoots of green
and the birds don't give a shit
that the mailman has aged
a decade this year.
They've been chirping their hallelujahs
since four-forty-five
like it's the first morning ever,
and I have to be at work soon.