The people I care for,
the people who care for me, too
are people who do not care
About the interstice from forsythia
to lilac in New England, satisfied
with Spring, at least not
Winter, nor anything at all
that wants the payment of your attention –
as if to the Terms of Service
mother Earth and father Nature
see fit to revise on schedules that read
like Greek to the slave masters of Society;
while Today trends, your Emoji army waits.
– Dave Read