Rabbit and Rose
Voice I
The ridiculous optimism
of the Daffodil
mocking torrential downpours,
relentless rain
Pollyanna yellow
and impudent green
bulletin bursting from this urban corner
A bugle's blast
announcing spring's arrival.
Voice II
This poem is not a speech
Not a tidy manifesto,
Ł with marching orders
Columns of strident syllables
saluting
This is not a soldier&$39;:s battle cry
but a plea, a prayer,
a rally for the soul,
a down-on-my-knees begging chant,
"Come, come,
let's gather together."