I wouldn’t hurt a fly, but did
en route to clearing the air of flies.
And what’s a bug, who’s not
a bug? I made captain
killing little things, even though
there wasn’t that rank
in my profession.
As night falls pregnant women
exercise in the park and parents
clean the classrooms of the school
(with buckets and rags, I remember
how that was). It’s all green now,
every tree is filled with multiple
shades of dark green, the delicate
dusty pale pink has left us.
I wonder how soon I will see
the change again – the yet darker and fuller
giving way to the first gold.
Sooner than I think tonight, surely.
But happily, this easy arc of color
has no true downside.