Tulips Push

“tell me is the time as slow”



Woke today,
Couldn’t wait to start drinking,
Thinking too far ahead,
Cause I’m just waiting,
Waiting.

Can feel it move up my wrist
From my clock to my cleave,
Looking down that airport road,
Spotting those metal wings
Glinting above,
Waiting, waiting.

Watching the tulips push
Through the winter clay,
Wanting what the birds say,
As they call out to passersby,
Whistling their flirty feathered tones.

As it warms,
As it waits,
So patiently burning through my
Front porch shirt.

This world waits for you,
For that very first day,
For the first of Spring,
For the first day she comes.