So I know it’s Spring
having received the reminder to evaluate progress toward our Q2 goals
and from the clamor of students circled by the nets of recalcitrant final projects
commitments that I deep-tethered in the dark quiet months are also coming due

(I really need to learn my part for the end-of-season concert)

And these clarion exhortations swirled about my head
during a pause when I wandered out back
and clipped four twigs of forsythia
to whisper me a golden companionship on the salon table
with my Q2 goals


This poem was published in NOMADartx Review.

Andy Oram
April 8, 2021

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