Dripping

I am in love with melting,
enamored of thaw,
and besotted with storm drains that sound
like toilets endlessly running.
No matter how cruel, I long to see
the ancient snow undone,
the gutters rinsed by rills and rivulets,
and the slow creep of a quiet seep
across the market parking lot.
Dripping is the Spring.

March 30 2014