Sycophants in Spring (a poem)

The world wakes up each spring
I notice warped smiles
Birdsong is back, hideous
On sunny, manic blue-sky days
An energy is something
You feel in the body
The way trauma is stored
Each time psychosomatic
Tensions mount
A naked man smiled at me in the
Bread aisle, and what a smile!
I noticed the weariness of
His wrinkled face and I remembered
Not everything is well
There are sycophants among us
They hide in sticky crowds
They could be anywhere, believe me
Spring is a time for violent vigor
And a harbinger of obsession
The sensual beauty out there
Sometimes hides the disdain
And the madness

Pretty Purple Flower (a photo)

Photo taken in Philadelphia in spring of 2021.

Flowers are blooming all over our neighborhood here in Philly, and I really liked this light purple flower we saw at a park. I did a reverse Google image search and couldn’t identify what type it was. Looks like it may either be a geranium or a hydrangea. I’m no gardener, so I don’t know, but let me know in the comments if you do! Happy springtime!