Here's a poem by Alicia Ostriker:
April
The
optimists among us
taking
heart because it is spring
skip
along
attending
their meetings
signing
their e-mail petitions
marching
with their satiric signs
singing
their we shall overcome songs
posting
their pungent twitters and blogs
believing
in a better world
for no
good reason
I envy
them
said the
old woman
The
seasons go round they
go round
and around
said the
tulip
dancing
among her friends
in their
brown bed in the sun
in the
April breeze
under a
maple canopy
that was
also dancing
only with
greater motions
casting
greater shadows
and the
grass
hardly
stirring
What a
concerto
of good
stinks said the dog
trotting
along Riverside Drive
in the
early spring afternoon
sniffing
this way and that
how
gratifying the cellos of the river
the tubas
of the traffic
the
trombones
of the
leafing elms with the legato
of my
rivals’ piss at their feet
and the
leftover meat and grease
singing
along in all the wastebaskets
Source: Poetry (February 2011)
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