Street Between Seasons
A red umbrella
opening like the first
flower of spring -
as rain reminds us,
tongue-in-cheek,
it is not.
An orange neon sign,
Dan's Diner,
beaming like the first
sunrise of spring,
suddenly blinks -
it's not.
And two white shoes
of a child
unconcerned with seasons,
dart between doorsteps
like butterflies -
are they not?