Lizzy Burnam 🐞

In Seattle, spring comes fluttering its eyes, 
the blurred-bright image of blue sky drawn from a half-sleep. 
Gray, then gone, then gray, a leaf blower barking 
close like a distant alarm.
Cheerily, cheerily, the robin reminds. 
I stretch the pulled neck muscle from shaking my head all winter. 
My furrowed brow releases after rain and the most 
loaded lilac bud I've ever seen
is wide-awake and pointed right at me. 
Who is creating my life?