Hello there! This is a new beginning,
and the sprinklers just sizzled a bit,
like pressure cookers on electric stoves –
the red spirals like paths away from sin:
The air is mildly dense like springtime jails
from which all the prisoners have escaped,
leaving only the violet-blue flowers
of unmowed Florida grass on the gray grounds:
I am happy because I must create;
this duty was given, like mind to flesh
or heart to mind, as a gift I accept –
A cycle of expression must begin:
Lock by lock and strand by strand unravels
the mind in awe of our Nature’s marvels.