Each new
sunrise brings with it another necessary reckoning.
The sparrows
have returned from a winter of deep cultivation –
Earth-bound spirits are audibly relieved. Their groans
are heard
among the screams and symphonies of sprouting spring leaves.
The
street preachers and wandering drunks are out en mass
proclaiming
the arrival of this new round of sacred entropy, saying:
The
suburbs are not safe anymore.
Spring
rains embolden normally manicured and cultured grass.
Rebellion
breaks out in the form of crab grass and dandelions.
No amount
of chemical lawn treatments will make the weeds spill their knowledge.