Upspring

i’m on Georgia turf, the land of bless your heart, pretense of the titillation of heat. scurries the sun; moon damp on clothesline. burrowing bunny ears with chocolate undergrowth. seeds just float away — Spring ants on ready for full on assault - red, black, small, sweet snacks, eyeing the path up the drain, backpacks with chemical-scent prepared to fill the queen’s orders. moss suspended in animation - vibrant hues imbued with mosquito larvae. oh what joy when Hotlanta dries and we run smack into the thugs that arise from corners of their nests. just in time for Easter bless our Southern hearts with beasts that beat us to the melted bunny feast, branches that grow overnight — a highway for the squirrels. eyes will be on pretty petals that overblossom — the poet soaks in flooded rose and jonquil reservoir. flowery words swim in the concentrated puddle along with whirligig-ladybugs. oh what fun, a slippery-slide into a momentous hatch — let me explain: a floodgate; the Assyrian army. 3/5/2020