Spring Poem

Now the snow is gone.
Made in China plastic bags
Candy Wrappers
Bottle caps waiting to choke something.
Dirt, rocks, dead grass
Dead/living trees with
No more snow to make them enchanted.

Broken racket balls
Like fake gems
Poptart wrappers
Reflecting the spring sun.

Smells of murdered grass
Molding moss
And cologne.

Trees marked for execution
Flowers making first and final stands
Charred caterpillars from
Children’s games.

Now the snow is gone.
And it’s time
For the paid workers
To clean up after us.