angelic fire trucks and ambulances
came rushing toward me
having mistaken me for spring
who was really having a heart attack
which turned into a panic attack
poor spring just sat there like a homeless
man on the curb black but lucky
the cops were busy elsewhere
we lifted him to a bench in shade
we said we’d run for help and food
but spring just glared and drooled
and by the time we rushed back
he was gone into the pale green
trees hoisted like a sail or flag
or body hung and slack
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