LEANING TOWARD SPRING

LEANING TOWARD SPRING
 
Today the air is cold
Filled with white precipitation
It is nearly the middle of May
My fingers are cold and stiff

As I lean over to tie my shoe
I see the litter of the long winter
It lays in the gutter and
Up against the merchant’s buildings

Everyone is gray; almost tired of living
But I wouldn’t want to live
Anywhere else right now
The lake looks angry and dark
Fisherman experience frozen lines
They laugh as they can’t believe it

Friday evenings used to have
Teenagers parked sharing drugs
Fights went on in local bar rooms
Now with the quarantine
The nights are quieter
And the days just show up

No one has expectations
We are under illegal lock down
There is a pandemic
People are dying
But they do anyway, everyday

We all care but don’t like orders
Stemming from a fount of ignorance

Mushroom hunters are wearing masks
We all are wearing masks
Wondering what is next and
Whether we can see a doctor
Unless we are dying

Air conditioners are not running
Electric rates will be going up

The inefficient Government is sending us
Our own money back to help us survive

I just shake my head
I am going home and listen to
Grover Washington Jr.

It will be a good day
 
Stanski
May 9, 2020 ^