SPRING IN SOUND

Birds tweet shrill
like the tiny filaments
that string
a twig-bowed drag
across a too-small violin.

The freeway rush,
the popping violets–
both signs of growth predicaments
that fan and flag,
just as the breeze-blown grass
spurts in the spring.

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