Spring Forward

On the way home from the grocery store,
in a planter box next to the curb,
bright yellow blossons on tawny branches:

It made me want to change my name to Forsythia,
which made me want to change my name to Calendula,
which made me want to change my name to Campanula,
which made me want to change my name to Tulipia,
which made me want to change my name to Allium,
but not change my name to Arbutus or Arbor Vitae.

Some lights

after a migraine, yesterday
at the Vivienne Westwood retrospective
somwhat dazzled by the seams

home and a French movie
with Monique and Betsy.

many times awake and back to sleep
a cup of green tea
and starting to prepare to get ready to go to Berkeley with Theresa
to hear Beethoven.

worries about worries
is the new black.