June-closet

do sprouting seeds

lift their leaves

through the spring mud

as a gesture

of giving the finger

to the cruel winter

for stealing their time

and making them

wait in frozen sod

and shell and wet

for a chance

a slight chance

to poke ahead
and peek about

and shout aloud

with root and stem

and bud and bloom

"MAKE ROOM BITCHES,

I'M COMING OUT!"