The chords of early spring sound
resemble chords of early autumn
the trees struggle to burst their branches
while people turn the collars up on their porches
against the cold nothing to do
but wait for the outside to breathe in again
as the screen door swings off its hinges
letting in through the gash the bugs who never left
somehow they found a way to endure
as the milky way continues its imperceptible spin
above our heads
Joshua Keiter 