Spring Break

In April, when sweet showers

cleanse newly budding trees

and empty the sky for sunshine

in stiff but warming breeze,

songbirds start to sing again,

with buds and flowers risen...

We, too, escape our gloomy cells,

forgetting winter's prison.

We high-jack our first car of spring,

a joy-ride, high on crack.

Let's hit a liquor store, what fun!

They're shooting, we shoot back.

Two red-breasts on the ground back there

will get their early worms.

We grab our grub, and as we leave

take several fifths of Burns.

Ah, colors, on the roadside...

orange poppies after raining.

and blue and red flashing behind.

Look, tell me, are they gaining?

We gave ourselves to springtime!

Went wild-flower crazy!

We pushed that curve at ninety-five;

And now we're pushing daisy.