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!