in just meteorological spring-

it's just past march 1,
and our backyard's snowluscious;
it's sunday, i get to sleep in but
i don't.  i wake to

piss.  and when i do, i hear birds
singing

for the first time since last
decade, so i smile as
nature's water hits
nature's water in
manmade's bowl

and i don't waste time
flushing, i
just go back to bed
and place my balloonMan against
her skin; when she wakes
i'm sure she'll feel him
far
and
wee