Yard Work

Pardon me

while I step out for a moment;

I need some fresh air

for my Grievances.

Got this spot out back

where I confront Dark Things,

propping them in a corner

facing the stockade fence

wearing their Dunce caps.

I guard my Complaints,

patrolling before them,

brandishing my spade,

ensuring their compliance

with 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!