what you don’t see here:
picking rhubarb in the rain
for salvation pie

what you don’t see here:
picking rhubarb in the rain
for salvation pie

eighteen years finished
with this mask that hides us all
from society

the plants are rising
as the school year closes down
(garden life cycle)


graduation day
bleeds into normal doldrums
(life's quick, painful truths)


we'll never escape
the "boot straps" mentality
or fix these numbers
from prom to vaccine
in a short eight-hour night
(let science save us)



vaccines could save us
(yet not from the ignorance
spread without needles)

though the frost persists spring pushes its petals through filled with rays of hope


snowy petals fall
as spring goslings first appear
(seasoned mockery)


sometimes a small bloom
from a broken, displaced plant
is all a day needs

even its roots wait
patiently in their soil
basking in the sun
