‘April’ by Sandra Simonds
The red bird falls from the tree, lands on
its head, rolls
right back up on its feet. Hello, spring.
Hello, sanity. Hello, trashfire century.
Hello, wilted leaves and gothic vines.
How are you doing today?
I will water the thyme.
I will make miniature succulents out of clay.
I will bake you the most beautiful loaf of bread,
eat half of it, and give the other half
to whatever nothing I can find, pretend
you are mine. Oh, how are you doing?