the ones who won’t let go
we have a hard time come April
when light ignites the new season.
We’re the ones
who keep the glove
that lost its mate six months ago
who let that giant asparagus
stalk of a lopped-off tree trunk
stand on the front lawn
who still listen for the cat
dead these long six weeks
when we walk in the door.
So busy clinging to our old ways
thinking it’s just another hangover
we won’t know what happened
once we finally set ourselves free.