owed to spring

i’m a rudderless showboat

floating in a silk smoke

i want to give birth to you

buckle up and bear the fruit

but my roots are in the air

the earth is in despair

and darlin’ i am scared

i can’t keep you safe

from what?

from death!

i guess?

oh, i hate to tell you this

but you could never really do that in the first place

oh, ok and who are you interrupting my song right now?

i’m the conductor that’s who

and we were playing “ode to spring”

but you keep playing “me, me, me”

would you like to play along in this lifetime?

oh right owed to spring

see how the irises bloom

a flower’s life is so…brief.

maybe two or three weeks

they peak seeking to seed

watch my blood swirl down the drain

flush another month off my age

spring is passing

my petals are browning

i can’t read the music

you’re doing your best

life’s too cruel to bear

and too sweet to resist

it would be so selfish

what? to be reproductive?

to hand off this wreck!

the world will never be perfect

ode to spring

ode to the new leaves on the tree

welcome to earth

it’s heating up

welcome to war to trash to guns

welcome to the ocean forest and stars

welcome the choice to love is ours

welcome to the anxious hearts club band

march us forward

past what we understand