empty room

the first thing to do-

open all the windows,

grass-grow wild outdoors,

catch in the yellow breeze,

warming first the commonplace

shift, season toppling its edge

and the small winter birds

bleeding color for spring.

we sit in an empty room and

listen outside to the frantic

motion of april: dogs barking

up the last of day, children

shrieking secret words they'll

forget before long, and above

all, scrabbling mechanic wonder

to see the earth curve itself over,

the gray jet plane pushes the propulsion of exhaust upward,

and disappears to the east