American Spring

The columbine will bloom soon,
as the daffodils are melting.
May's heatwave left us all
a little worn and baffled.

Summer arrived to the party a little drunk to begin with;
the American sun, baked.
The ante has been upped & the floods will come;
all the Thunderers that never left.

So let's spread more seeds;
columbine, clover, carrot,
all wild and free
across lawns,
and remnants of roads,
and me.