Spring sunshine, warmer days, first flowers tempt me
that winter is over,
that garden-time has arrived
that we have turned a corner
that milder days are coming
that vaccines will conquer COVID
that the economy will recover
that sanity and science will prevail
that reason will win over racism.
Inevitably, frost returns and Republicans, too,
surge, caravan, onslaught,
tidal wave, flood, inundation,
march, invasion, army,
danger, danger, danger as
parents seeking safety send
into the river,
a Sophie’s choice claiming hope.
In Washington, cherry blossom spring blooms like
a female black Asian American daughter of immigrants
vice president standing alongside
an old white male president
and the pastor of Dr. King’s church, now Senator from Georgia
and a descendant of Jewish refugees, now Senator from Georgia.
Inevitably, Republicans vow that will never happen again, changing
Georgia voting laws because
the only way to win is to keep people from voting and
by God, we will do that.
Intersectionality looks like an AR-15 dealing death
to Asian women at the intersection of race and gender in Atlanta.
Across the country, 10 more random dead in Boulder join
the annual parade of homicide and suicide that stretches
forty thousand long
(how many blocks is that? how many marching bands?
how many mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers?
how many tears?)
while a Senator who lives at the intersection of arrogance and ignorance
rants that every time this happens, you people
you people talk about gun control again.
Just like every other time, he and his kind make sure
that talk remains only talk
that there will be a next time
and a time after that.
Despite spring storms, tornadoes,
floods and filibusters,
sun returns, green grows,
hope endures and so do we.