spring again spring again spring again spring again
a baby chases a caterpillar dropped from a tree screams as it turns
back and undulates toward her shoe
black-headed robins untroubled by raucous jays jump from one
subject to another each eye alert to grass
cut me say the rib-curved dandelion stems cut me cut me cut me
water drips off the fringes and down the backs of black jackets
roaring and hydroplaning past black goggles guarding
boys watch their grandfathers playing bocce ball and using gorgeous
old country lingo
a surgical green with dropped mask strides out to turn off his
stuck horn and grab a lungful of fog
i am living through all this from behind a fence at the mental home
talking about everything and nothing to a jumpy phone friend noting
ceaseless unpunctuated "ocd" symptoms
cut the grass cut the grass cut the grass cut the grass cut the
grass
rejoicing in the swift passage of the harley-davidson scourge
hearing water spill over eaves filled with soot and weeds
understanding the horrible loveliness of Sicilian obscenities
wondering what the surgeon left behind as he turned off his horn