Pardon mewhile I step out for a moment;I need some fresh airfor my Grievances.Got this spot out backwhere I confront Dark Things,propping them in a cornerfacing the stockade fencewearing their Dunce caps.I guard my Complaints,patrolling before them,brandishing my spade,ensuring their compliancewith the terms of their Banishment.
A friend wrote to tell me how much he enjoyed this poem in my book SUPERPOWERS or: More Poems About Flying. He referred to it as "a perfect (barely) Spring poem," so I thought it might be a good time to share it here again. C’mon, sister Spring, you can do it!