Misty April morn
Foggy brain and
Condensation conversation.
Pull out, south, the winding way.
Voices tumble out of the radio,
"Threats of war, fires, stabbings"
Approach road, left blinker
. . . And they come into view.
A kickline of yellow dancers waving
shoulder to shoulder all along
The Meadow Brook
A riot of yellow, shouting its "hello!
Good morning! Don't worry! Be happy!"
This unbroken yellow explosion follows
Determined travelers on
Their left and on their right.
Bursting into song, and song,
This misty April morn.
