Acacia Blooms
Unimpressed by winter,
by this cold rain,
the acacia has begun to bloom.
Its yellow puffs of flower
lift into the short day
like a proclamation,
a statement saying, "Here I am,
doing again what I always do,
giving this gift to the neighborhood,
free, unrestrained, untaxed,
inevitable, because I can,
I am, I do." I do not
unzip my coat. As I touch
my hat to the acacia,
I keep it firmly on.