The neighbor’s
cherry tree
a mushroom cloud
of pink,

how lovely this April
in the suburbs.

Awaken queasy at 3
all our homes afloat
on a sea of greening lawn
over which we shout
Ahoy!

Furtive, we mask
for dinghy excursions
to the islands.
Fret over allergy sneezes,
dwindling savings.
Wonder if that friend who died
in winter? 

The kids are all home.
It could almost be a holiday.

Bluebirds dart about
hunting likely niches
for their broods.