8. Delivered
spring finally kisses the desert
& a fire scare sends me reeling
the promise of newness
turns out to be the same
recycled clip-show sequel
we should have come to expect
from the puppeteer
who’s traded freedom
for the solace
of a technical machine
once the smoke clears
we’ll begin the questioning
we will chalk it up to
wandering laziness,
mimesis, the pumping out
of something that the spectators
can choke on; we’ll see each other’s
arms again, soak up Vitamin D
& avoid deficiency in some areas,
but deplete our souls once the doors close
night falls & it’s warmer, the sheets
are airing on second story porches
more voices dance along the blessed breeze
but they’re all repeating the same things
in two days we’ll get a summer warning,
in three we’ll get a reminder of winter
April is fickle, she cuts our solid strings
so we move at the sun’s will & receive
what we asked for in a shining new package,
a resurrected, long-forgotten dream
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