The Phoenix Festival

The Phoenix Festival                                  April 11, 2008

The sun once again lives for a longer day.

The furry ones take a break from their slumbers.

I only know of one thing that comes to mind,

And that is spring is finally here amongst us.

For three torturous months, I toiled in agony,

Always having to view a sky conceptualized by death,

With tree branches conjuring up images of geriatric hands,

No critters in sight, and standing in a few feet of snow.

But now it's gone, gone, o' now, it's gone,

And a new season turns the page on the calender

As we begin the Phoenix festival again.

My! How God must be smiling on us again!

And now, I can bask in the warmth of the smiling sun,

Wash my car, listen to some hardcore rock radio

Without wishing I were six feet dead in a lettuce patch.

Football is a cool game, to that I can't deny,

But my heart lies on a diamond,

What Dr. Giamatti called "green fields of the mind."

I can wear a ball cap, some Birkenstocks, and be in season

Because they make me happy, really, for a simple reason,

The same ol' reason why I like spring,

And why I romp on the Phoenix festival again:

Because I think God's smiling again.