spring

the racoons looked they were intending to move into the boat shed.
I trapped 5 in 7 days... relocated to conservation area

oh canada

sadness

oh canada

in the knowing 

for those who 

will not see

the truth too bright 

and close their eyes

truth comes in waves

that reach the shore 

in sounds too sweet 

to hear

amidst the score

I move in toil and 

loose myself to the

rhythm that invented 

time as a crutch 

lest we worry too much 

over our demise

or worth

so to dance

the art too beautiful to bear 

I weep in the necessity 

the waste we share and

for all who stand witness

and give thanks to the trees

for the shelter 

and the heat

and for 

not yet killing me

and will my blood to

commence the plague

to end us all

with apologies