Sunday, April 13, 2014

A Wave, and Off You Go

Ignition is easy in the spring.


If you're driving by, that's me,

stooped over the iris patch

in my cargo shorts and 10.10 sleeveless tee,

a man with the common touch,

and, yes, we all deserve at least that much.


An unmowed field will be at my back,

and at my front, a dirt road with too much traffic,

so please go slowly, and consider the dust.

I will be surrounded by a big piebald dog

who will be standing on anything i'm about to pick up.


If she comes bounding to greet  you

with her tongue dripping, you'll hear me shout.

And if your name just happens to be Rosie,

No, i'm not calling you in. Don't take it personally.

People in the spring make surprising assumptions.