Springtime in the Capital,
the eve of evening
glows orange through
pink cherry blossoms.
Learning how to recognize
my own. Life, this is
the first year
I am beginning to taste
silver individual
will.
Spring becomes Washington,
which fades below greening parks
and blooms, waking up
to dogwoods, making it
harder to leave.
A season for souls,
all seasons felt
unlike autumn's
singularity. Growth
is a plurality.
Makes me want to
abandon words
of ancestors -
doing so brings
them closer.
I have neglected
much of my sleeping.
There is time,
and always will be.
