Broom in the corner; /
cobwebs cling to the handle. /
Spring cleaning begins.
In the Neighborhood
Spring brings many things:
Alarm sales and fresh-meat men peddling,
Spores flowing as if there will be no more,
Ice cream from a truck whose music rings
As if the end of days will wend
Up and down the streets
Maniacal notes vibrating from the new leaves and petals
As the sun runs undone —
A child on a bike just pedaling to have fun.
–David E. Booker