Springtime.

There are people driving around town

in convertibles.

On principle,

they look happier than other people.

Some front lawns have become

fields of dandelions

and I want to lay right down

and roll in them.

The other day,

I walked past a man mowing his lawn.

And not until I saw him

did I realize how long it'd been

since I heard

the buzz of the engine

and the smell of the clippings.

That sound and that smell

make the loveliest combination.

I cried.

I have my first bug bite

of the year.

It itches.

At this very moment,

I'm sitting in my front yard.

Two pair of quail

just scuttled past,

not ten feet away from me.

I can only imagine they're on

a Saturday afternoon

double date.

It's springtime.

I really don't know
what else to say.