May Whimsy

By Meira Christine

It’s that time of year. 

Rhubarb’s in season,

Spring fevered

Feminist movement
be damned 

I’ll make pie

If it pleases me

And chase men, too

No promises of pie though

Fork you!

Really serious about

That.

Just thankful the foolery of April is

Done with

And all of that

You-know-what

Bring on the season

Of quarry diving

And waterfalls

Mossy glens

Jazz festivals

The buzz of mosquitoes in your ears

Campfires and the stars 

In the velvet night.

Do you think it’s okay to take that

For granted or is it all an

Impossible dream

And I should just clean the plate I have

Right, now and

Lick my lips?