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.