finally spring

we practically fall over ourselves these light afternoons,

rushing like snow amongst crocuses to be the first ones outdoors,

on our bikes, to the corner, down the hill. oh lord the hill! it is

at the top of a mountain, or so it seems,

the peak of the winding trail,

where the sidewalk ends. it is green with new grass

& absolutely drenched in sun.

we are ecstatic, we are raucous, we are birds

who have just discovered they can fly. & we can,

we can absolutely fly as we roll

down this curving slope, shrieking, hurtling

faster than anything through the bright blue air, covering

ourselves in grass & dirt stains & the warm itch

of finally finally finally                    spring.