Fancies wilt
on my window sill
folding back
to earth.

I wanted spring
to be wonderful
I was hoping
for beams of sun
on everything
for undisturbed views
through wide-open skylights
for lungfuls
of pleasant atmosphere

I was hoping
perchance for petals
for color on open fields
for birdsong on my walks
for life on branches
and in streams,
for a bit of green
on the sidewalk

But they tell me
that was before the poison
streaming from ancestral exhausts
greyed even the evergreens out

I wanted spring
to be wonderful
but that season died
when progress was born.

© Iz Mazano 2019
Photo: ‘Tulips at sunrise’ by sergee bee on Unsplash

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