Mid-day across Albro from Ruby Chow Park
Cherry Blossoms have sleeved branches.
White, Pink fluffs under the red belly of a Robin
It’s head darts left, right, up, down and pecks the branches sleeved blossoms,
It is a Homecoming of sorts, Robins and Cherry Blossom’s
It is a statement about spring spoken by creatures rather than a position of the Earth’s orbit,
And an adjustment of clocks while we chant “Spring Forward.”
The skies darken, the air chills, drops of rain, then sleet, then hail bounces off surfaces
Cars, Roads, buildings,
The Robin has left, blossoms loosened by the hail fall to the street.
Ice balls bounce and dance to the sound of applause.
A young woman crouched forward carrying her baby wrapped in a blanket runs across the street trying to protect her baby from the hail.
Transit Transients and Other Stories 