that's mrs. mediocrity to you

.

.

the way irony has
no sense of humor

and still we carry on with living
even in the midst of chaos

step outside to song of robin
filtered through
cacophony

ten million geese
(from the sound of it)
fill the air
with riot

a crazy quilt of noise
blankets silence

as earth grows warm and roots
spread fingers

seeking growth
in the darkest
of places

.

. . . . .