It's Spring Time

It’s spring, time
to scare the bears
off of the trash,
hose the caterpillars
out of their tents.
Time to shovel
thawed dog-blow
out of the yard
and pry the robin
from the cat.
It’s spring, time
to pick the first morels
between the willows,
under the cottonwoods
then tweeze the ticks
out of your crotch.
Time to chase
the caddis hatch
up the Madison
through the thistles
and wild asparagus
then tweeze the ticks
out of your crotch.
It’s spring, time
to try not to think
about shorts
and halter-tops,
camisoles and—
hell, just try not to think.
It’s spring.