March Street

Who cares if the skies are gray?
The air is warm and perfect,
flowers cover the trees, the ground
--the everything--
and I inhale the beauty of Spring.

Dandelion flowers taste just like their leaves
only a bit more pollen-y
the softest powder known to the tongue.
Best of all are the pear tree petals
blowing down from the branches with every breeze
like rice at a wedding.

Who's getting married, God?

"No one.
I just like to remind people
that Joy exists."